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December 02, 2006
Stress Produces Body Butter
I went to bed at 10am this morning. I felt like I had done crystal meth or something, except without the high risk sexual behavior and inability to cum. I've been pulling all-nighters this week trying to finish up a client's huge project. I tend to work my best under pressure. My therapist says that I would be brilliant if I applied that level of devotion to my entire life. He attributes this to my ADD. He has ADD too, by the way, which probably explains why we both show up late to our appointments.
I was really out of it, so I went to visit the Korean Lady to load up on more caffeine. I walked in. The door has a bell on it which made a loud noise. I grabbed my 2-liter and set it by the register. She was behind the counter with her back turned to me. She was stirring noodles in a pot. She just stirred and stirred. I cleared my throat hoping she would hear me. She didn't. Then I noticed giggling coming from the floor. Scared the crap out of me. Her 9 year old son was on the floor playing a video game. She turned around, startled when she saw me, and said, "I'm a so sorry." She yammered on about something I couldn't understand. I noticed I spoke to her with a very loud voice, as if she were deaf. When I was leaving, I said thank you in sign language. I knew at this point that I should get some sleep.
And for some odd reason, I smell like butter.
* So World AIDS Day just happened. I went to see the quilt the last time it was displayed on the mall. A bunch of people gathered in the evening for a candlelit memorial. It was beautiful, actually.
During the day, we all held hands in a big chain around the Capitol. Seeing my friend Pam, holding hands with a big bear, dressed in full leather, was priceless.
Judith Light from Who's the Boss? was there. I kept yelling, "I'm the boss," to her. Elizabeth Taylor was also there. She walked by me. The only thing I could muster to say to her was, "I loved you in the Flintstones!"
* A couple people just did google searches for "he keeps trying to feel my tits" and "how do I stop my pussy from queefing" and my site came up. It's starting to become a go-to guide for the perverse.
If you're looking to build traffic to your site, mention the words queefing and Dean Coulter. It works wonders, apparently.
Posted by durban bud at December 2, 2006 02:47 PM
Comments
That's good to know about queefing. And to think I'm doing a contest this month with a cash prize for "quote of the month" to build comments on my site. Note to self, more queef blogging please.
Posted by: patrick at December 2, 2006 05:40 PM
I was at that quilt display. I got a couple of really good photos of Judith Light and Liz, who arrived in a golf cart.
Posted by: Joe.My.God. at December 3, 2006 03:31 PM
that was a great day....a great visit. I just looked through the photos in memory of that day. And that biker in leather, was so, so nice. I still laugh when I think of you yelling "I'm the boss!"
Hilarious!
Posted by: pam at December 4, 2006 12:26 PM