Joy To The World

I’m not very nervous about writing here most days, but maybe it’s because I’m not confiding things to you like some bloggers do. Serious things like the presence of pimples in the shape of Mona Lisa’s visage on my last girlfriend’s left ass-cheek and how they got there! I had photos of it until recently, but she took them away from me for showing them around!

Some of you are confiding or confessing such things at a mile a minute. It’s intriguing, but it’s very strange, the things that you divulge to strangers when you think no one knows who you are, except your friends, who already know you’re a—well, whatever. I guess my friends know what I am, too—and it’s not the front end of the horse—and they treat me accordingly!

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