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Saturday, January 21, 2006


Yes. I know. And I'll get around to it. But you know what I've been doing while not posting? I've had exactly (count them) three weeks worth of classes this semester, of which I've attended exactly (count them) three weeks worth of lectures and handed in exactly (you get the picture) three weeks worth of assignments and done exactly (don't make me say it) three weeks worth of readings.
I am the shit. Student of the fucking year. Oh yeah.
Not only that, but in that time I've only drank on the weekends, and haven't flashed a single tit at a single person. Not one. Let alone two. That makes me maternal, that does. (Technically speaking, that is. If The Kid was still breastfeeding, that would make me very unmaternal. But she's four, ya'll. Get over it.)
Anyway, since my newly reclaimed sense of responsibility has tuckered me right the fuck out, I've got nuthin'. So instead, I shall post a List Of Things To Post, for when the Right Moment Comes Along.
This is all shit that's been rolling around in my head for the past couple of weeks, and is slowly editing itself into oblivion. Someday, I may actually post this. Someday, I may actually admit that I don't edit shit, and if it's made it as far as the mental editing pile, it's doomed for eternity. We'll just see which comes first, won't we?

1) My boobs. That's right, I fully intend to jump on not one, but two bandwagons. The first being modern technology, where by I hook myself up with a digital camera. Or any camera, for that matter. The second being HNT Thursdays. Is that shit still around? Or is it long gone by now? Who cares. If in my newfound responsibility, I'm not flashing my tits in public, the least I can do is post them on the interweb.

2) Serial killers. Oddly enough, this has been in the 'save as draft' bin since before Maine's inflammatory tale of woe. Although according to local authorities, this could be a long, drawn out saga in the life of Me. Didn't that just get you widdling yourselves with anticipation?

3) Why feminists should not boycott porn. More to the point, why feminists should support the porn industry like mofos. Seriously, if I ever get around to writing this, and even editing this, it could make a grade a term paper. I've got the shit reasons.

4) Nope. I think I've run out.



Blogger shadow of a doubt said...

You are such a tease.

1/21/2006 1:53 AM  
Blogger Matt said...

Tell you what, you post #1 and I'll do the same, bring to the world my glorious man-nipples.

1/21/2006 3:09 AM  
Blogger Impulsivecompulsive said...

Shadow: Yep.
Matt: Bring it on, Matt. The world would be a better place for your glorious man-nipples.

1/21/2006 9:57 AM  
Blogger Maine said...

The porn industry is practically run by feminists. Not even remotely kidding. Where else will men forfeit all of their money and time in exchange for something that doesn't cost a woman anything? If more porn was around, we'd have to rename welfare as "male assistance."

Oh and... boobs?

1/22/2006 6:03 AM  
Blogger Impulsivecompulsive said...

And yet the vast majority of feminists hate porn. Why is that, and how do we fix it? Stay tuned, and you'll find out!

And yes, boobs.

1/22/2006 7:37 AM  
Blogger Maine said...


*sits in comfy chair*

*waits patiently*

1/22/2006 1:48 PM  
Blogger Impulsivecompulsive said...

Um, that chair had better be pretty darn comfy, because I've got three term tests this week, so you could be waiting a while. You might want to invest in a Barka-lounger.

1/22/2006 8:24 PM  
Blogger Maine said...

*shifts over to barcalounger*

*orders pizza*

1/23/2006 11:36 AM  
Blogger Impulsivecompulsive said...

That's better. The pressure is off.

1/23/2006 4:40 PM  

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