Okay, so, I cheated on the whole Project Monday thing last week. And will cheat for the remainder of this month…
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Long ago, a girl once said that I wouldn’t be able to survive the death of my grandparents. A comment that disturbed me then and now. She was so up in my shit that she asked me to marry her, and is now entering her sixth year of aggressively stalking me, and yet she didn’t know the first thing about me, or my family, or my life.
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For quite some time now, I’ve been having a recurring dream. I guess. The dream itself isn’t the same, but it always has the same sort of ending – I’m walking at night in my childhood neighborhood and enter a convenience store.
All very mundane! But I’ll still write about it because it’s stupid “project Monday” and my notes say “write about Dream Mart, the Thanksgiving Hippies, baking bread, and how much I really really hate the holidays.”
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Okay! I’m going to take a break from the Monday project thing this week and focus on my other “professional” blogs. I think I’ll try to alternate — one week elsewhere, then the next at GS, and so on. That way I won’t over-saturate the readers with endless rants about masturbation, girls, and sci-fi television.
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Wow… I just ran across this in my archives and figured I’d cheat on one of my project Monday posts.
This is from March 11, 2001. Greatsociety (then called Dirtyfreaks.com) started up on April 15th of that year. The idea was to have a bunch of regular series and not just random, nonsensical rants. A dream I never achieved! But, there in March ’01, I believed I’d be able to stick to the plan… So here’s the lineup I planned with several other authors. (Back then, we had five people writing for the page.)
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Hello single ladies! I’m Nacho Sasha – DC’s most eligible thousandaire! And I’m open for business!
What do you get if you date me? Not only the time of your life, but the following exciting benefits:
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James spun by for some post-Thanksgiving down time. I usually saw more of him as the holidays approach as he had a greater number of local family members to avoid. Though, for the last two weeks leading up to Thanksgiving, he’d been completely off the radar.
He pushed past me when I answered the door, stumbled into the kitchen and pulled the gin out of the freezer. With shaking hands, he poured six ounces into a plastic cup and drank deeply, sputtering at the last gulp and gasping.
“Trying to go dry again?” I asked.
He shook his head, red-faced and blinking, then poured another six ounces. “Worse.” He rasped. He moved into the living room and collapsed heavily on the coach.
“Worse? I asked, taking a seat opposite him.
He leaned forward and whispered, “Worse.”
“I quit masturbating for two weeks.”
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This week, I’m feeling a little off. A classic case of the Mondays, always harder after a long holiday weekend. I have this feeling that today’s just some weird dream. So, we’ll see what happens.