Pizza is good for the soul. 8th deadly sin, you know. Raven's goin' to hell.
hmm. . . I probably shouldn't stare at her breasts. Not a good idea. Wrong way to make friends and influence people.
But, damn. They kinda are out for me to see.
Weird how they have stretch marks and she's 21. How's that work? Doesn't change the temptation, though. She's pretty hot.
Now her, she's hot. I like her hair like that. Maybe. . . Nah, bad idea. Best not even to think it. Come off sounding like a womanizer, which I'm not, or a lecherous bastard, which I probably am. Damn perceptions.
Dinner, or no? Nah. Pizza will do me for the day.
Have to remember not to stare at women when walking up the stairs in Denny. It's painful.
I outghtta write this shit down again.
Of course, if I do, I shouldn't mention I think she's fat.
Gotta check the PO Box.
The sun's pretty damn hot on this shirt. Black isn't a good choice for sunny days.
She needs to pick up her feet instead of dragging them. "I grant I never saw a goddess go. . ."
Now, she's hot for him. She's got all the signs, leaning close, playing with hair, laughing like an idiot. . . And he's pushing her away, but not physically. He handles it like I do. . .
Hmm. . . No more kiosk. I wonder what I could write in that new concrete?
Damn, which key? Stupid PO Box. Gotta get a key to the new Scribe.
4 nice bikes and one motor scooter. Motor scooters are for freaks. Honda, Yamaha, no Harleys. I wanna see a Vincent!
Damn it's hot. . . Hey, that's Tom! I should go over. . . Nah, he's probably on his way to work again, anyway.
I should probably get my labs drawn soon.
Elevator down. It's gotta stop here anyway on the way back up, and there's only one working. I'm lazy. Inside now with him.
Get out, man.
Dude, are you going to take this elevator from G to 1? Good.
"Lookin' back at my background tryin' to figure out how I ever got here. . ."
Updated webpage. Should I put this on, too?
Tired of these already?