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Deal

I’ve nev­er been against any form of (non-per­ma­nent) self-muti­la­tion, as long as it’s not con­sid­ered a solu­tion to a prob­lem. After all, some peo­ple watch TV to get their minds off things, oth­ers pull out carv­ing knives and make designs on their arms. Neither activ­i­ty actu­al­ly helps a sit­u­a­tion, but are just ways to deal with things that can’t be helped.

I always make sure that I don’t have any razor blades handy. I fig­ure that if it ever gets to the very rare point that I want to cut, I’ll be calm again by the time I go out and buy some, sort of like a cool-down peri­od for firearms.

I’m proud of the fact that I’m strong enough now to resist, that if I did have a pack handy, I would­n’t reach for it as a release.

Stereotyping The Male

Know what I hate? No, fuck­ing hate.

I fuck­ing hate it when a girl reduces me, or any guy, for that mat­ter, to a sex. When some PETTY-MINDED FUCK gen­er­al­izes some­one as belong­ing to the group of “males” because of a few char­ac­ter­is­tics shared with the stereo­type. Or brush­es off any traits she sees as unpleas­ant as sim­ply being the fault of hav­ing both an X and a Y chro­mo­some.

What the fuck. I don’t place the blame on ‘being female’ when a girl hap­pens to be late get­ting ready to go out. Or when a girl ends up in the mid­dle of a geek talk, I don’t con­de­scend to her and say, “You would­n’t be inter­est­ed cause you’re a girl”. I under­stand that girls can be geeky, or pruri­ent, or cere­bral, the same way that guys can be inter­est­ed in ball­room danc­ing, or chaste, or emo­tion­al.

I don’t do guys nights or any shit like that cause I choose not to judge. I don’t auto­mat­i­cal­ly assume that a girl would­n’t under­stand what hap­pens when the guys are togeth­er. I’ve had girls at my LAN par­ties, I know girls who go to strip clubs. And I choose not to act or do any­thing dif­fer­ent­ly if my girl­friend isn’t around, cause I have noth­ing to hide. I don’t want to be fake with either her or my friends.

Not every male is a slave to some­one with breasts. Beer com­mer­cials are not an accu­rate rep­re­sen­ta­tion of the entire male pop­u­la­tion.

FUCK. God.

Death From Above 1979

I have to say more about DFA 1979’s debut LP. I’m amazed that two young guys from Canada could come up with an album that’s as funky, loud, raw, and devel­oped as this. They aren’t the White Stripes, as some have trag­i­cal­ly com­pared. What’s the dif­fer­ence? DFA 1979 does­n’t have shit­ty vocals, shit­ty drums, or shit­ty songs (although they also don’t have a mod­er­ate­ly cute female drum­mer). THEY DON’T EVEN PLAY THE SAME INSTRUMENTS. A BASS IS NOT THE SAME AS A GUITAR YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. WHAT THE HELL WAS YOUR BASIS OF COMPARISON? THE NUMBER OF MEMBERS IN THE BAND? LET’S JUST COMPARE NIRVANA TO THE BRAD MEHLDAU TRIO CAUSE THEY BOTH HAVE THREE MEMBERS.

Anyway.

Listening to Romantic Rights can make any­one feel like a mil­lion bucks just walk­ing down the street. I know I do.

Durex Performax

Prolongs plea­sure with cli­max con­trol lubri­cant.

  • Contains heat acti­vat­ed cli­max con­trol lubri­cant on the inside and silky-smooth lubri­cant on the out­side
  • Fitted shape for easy-on and great feel
  • Low latex scent
  • WARNING: Premature ejac­u­la­tion may be due to a con­di­tion requir­ing med­ical super­vi­sion

I won­der what the tar­get mar­ket is. Men who can’t seem to last longer than eight sec­onds, or sen­si­tive guys who just want to be bet­ter lovers for their woman? I’ve been led to believe that they’re for men who don’t enjoy hav­ing any feel­ings in their cock after sex. (I apol­o­gize for the use of the word cock in the last sen­tence. My entries have been com­ment­ed as being strong­ly penile, which both­ers some women. The word itself makes some women uncom­fort­able. Penis.)

They remind me of this trip to the den­tist I had when I was young, and had been a bad boy for let­ting a cav­i­ty devel­op. Before clean­ing the site and cement­ing the fill­ing, my den­tist stuck me with three nee­dles of local anes­thet­ic. 15 min­utes lat­er, he came back and start­ed to work sore, ful­ly sen­sa­tion­al, mouth. I left his office, and short­ly after I got home, my mouth went com­plete­ly numb and I sthart­ed to taalk liyke thith.