don't really have much to say, that i probably haven't already said to a few of you guys.

my gut's aching a bit today. gonna have to lay off food. sounds kind of silly don't it. might as well say, i gotta lay off air.

but i am pleased with myself, and i keep shouting it from the rooftops(or computer screens). i've written three, count them three pieces in four days. wow. that's something for me, and if i had an asian hooker in any of 'em, i'd feel like old prolific charlie.

that reminds me of a friend i had who lost his dick to some diseased up philapino whore we'd met in Okinowa...ok, couldn't resist.

*sigh*

was hoping i could get my other story down that's been rattling around in my head like a tin full of colorful marbles. but i don't think i'm gonna get to it today, since i'm feeling kind of icky.

outtie!