(how did i get here?)

my yin is in the living room talking to herself in some strange language, and i am in the bedroom reading about Hunter Thompson as a teenager. it is 6:43am and i hear a garbage truck outside. but this is beside the point.

the point is that Jache bailed on me yesterday, and to pass the time i ended up buying a pair of very long shorts in the middle of a deluge. i have started some manner of workout routine, and i spent 25 minutes yesterday morning on an elliptical machine trying to keep my pants from falling down. the new shorts are dark gray, part mesh, and all ugly. they are la chose juste, however, for one simple reason:

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