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I Hid My Underwear Beneath A Parked Peugeot.

Nothing Wrong With Changing Your Mind. That's A Very Unwaffling Thing To Say: "nothing Wrong..." Who Am I To Say That There's Nothing Wrong With It? Maybe Something Is Wrong With Changing Your Mind. Anyway, Love Is Very, Very Difficult. I Love. But Probably Because I Hate Myself On Some Deep, Sick Level, It Makes Loving Difficult. But I Do Try.

Oh, God, I Don't Know What's More Difficult, Life Or The English Language.

It Was One Of Those Days When Every Time I Went To Go Out The Door, Something Grabbed Me In The Back Of The Brain And Said, Lie Down And Masturbate One More Time.

There Are So Many Talented Young Writers Named Jonathan, With Whom By Comparison I Suffer Terribly.