Every time I fall asleep I am always overcome by my genious thoughts but they are ridden with guilty thoughts that I push back far into whatever cortex of the brain that possesses deep urges. One guilty thought that plagues my beautiful dreamlike sleepy-time thoughts is this blog. I am fully aware that this blog is just for me and that no one else is reading it... however I feel that must contribute at least 20 minutes of marcellaisms everyday. I haven't done such since April. I have been fairly busy with stupid innate things that I wouldn't want to bother revisiting in my small 1450 mL noggin.
Now, I can access the wonderful world wide web at work! DSL was just recently installed in my bosses office and I feel that I should partake in this phenomenon that was invented about a decade ago. In fact nobody specifically told me that I couldn't use the internet at work. I was never told to stay in the stinky shop in between my rounds. But I won't masturbate (or take too much pleasure) every time I'm not on a round because a tenant may want to speak with me and they won't know where their precious security guard has gone to if they don't see me in the shop window.
Fuck I'm FAt.
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