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2001-07-17.10:03 a.m.

Squeakiest bed in all of North America discovered!

So Jen is back, and while she way away - she tells me - it rained every day.

Great, because she brought the rain back with her.

She brought something else back with her...

"No, not the clap!"

Sheesh. Whatsamatterwithyou?

She brought back two of our friends Tammy and Drew.

Let me tell you, after her being away a week and having two friends sleeping on the other side of our wall, we must have broken some sort of record for the quietest sex for the fastests amount of time - ever.

Now, it's not like I'm super porno marathon man (we'll it's not like I have the AMBITION to be a super porno marathon man) because she and I could have satisfied each other in about 1 minute combined, but when you have to be quiet because you're modest and have noise hang-ups about what humans have been doing since we were rodent like mammals running from T-Rex's, then it takes longer.

Much longer.

Aparantly, 3 minutes long.



I hate my life.



My friend Ray is in Maine right now, so I'm watching his cat.

"Steven"

Who names their cat Steven? It's so weird

(A fact checker leans over and tells johnpowers that his cat is named Taylor)

Ahem.

Anyway, Steven is a talker. Even when he's not attention starved he meows away, but yesterday this cat was rowwwing so loud I could have sworn Ray's neighbors were going to think I was giving it some major ass love...

because you know, Jen wasn't home yet...



Anyway!

Not much else is going on. Wednesday I have a half a day because Jen, myself, Chris and Dave are going to an outdoor concert in Massachusetts at a place called the Tweeter Center - formerly called Great Woods - formerly called Grampa Joneses Farm - formerly called a Mossashaschuck Indian reservation, and the only band I can ever remember who's playing is Moby.

It's one of those Main Stage and Side Stage shows with lots of annoying fuckers running around who're there to see the one thrasher band the promoters put on the bill - just to get a few hundred extra annoying fuckers in there - just to piss me off.

But I'm really looking forward to seeing Moby now that he's been adopted by the main stream, because any band that's unknown and cool has no chance of touring the world once I've seen them...

That's just the way my life is setup.

Just like I'm destined to keep buying the newest squeakiest bed on the market.

"But why johnpowers, why does your life work that way?"

Well... because when I was a little alter-boy I would often and inexplicably screw up the church service, and the Nuns would tell me that God hated me for it...

and those evil nuns

were right.



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