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I sure have been posting a lot! Got a call from my ex-ex last night at like 11 - great way to fall asleep to memory lane. Monty - please call or drop your email: she's looking for you too :)

I'm posting to note that I'm listening to Studio54 disco, loud, in the office.

( Disco songs du jour )

BAE-BAY!!! Man...the urge to do a couple lines off the desk is killing me!
What's your sign?

Edited to note: you know what the problem is with disco and me? While in my mind the memories have warped into fucking girls with feathered hair and blue eye shadow while high on coke from discos...in reality my memories of disco music are from playing video games and putt-putt.

You people suck

3 pages of ranting about foot fetish - few responses.
Gorgar the pinball machine picture? Nothing.
Disco tunes? Nothing.

It's the things I care the least about, or spend the least time on, that people seem to react to the most. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to watch people stare uncomforably as I blast Rod Stewart's "Do you think I'm sexy?"

The gay-les presentation downstairs is being led by a log cabin self-loathing faggot. I fucking hate conservative queers. Guess what? I'm a reactionary liberal tool - so sue me, but I just can't stomach conservative: punks, freaks, fags...it's just icky. You can't be asking people to accept SOME things while rejecting others. It's like...being a dick, but wanting your one 'weak' area to be protected. The way libertarians are just republicans that want to smoke pot.

Forgot to mention a weird thing from yesterday: a room full of black people clapping off-beat. Damn you - watch the stereotypes!

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Fuck Atkins - I just had cupcakes for lunch!

I attended the Gay/Les thingy. Er, the keynote speaker was a Log Cabin leader. I'm really sick of conservative queers - did I mention? He honored the Stonewall issue by saying they did the right thing even if they weren't grade A. His sorry ass doesn't make the grade, that's for sure.

I had rainbow cupcakes at the reception, then came back to my darkened office. I open the door and am blasted with disco music. I like the flaming disco better than the log-cabin self-loathing faggot. Now if you'll excuse me, love hangover just came on and I need to disappear.