You know, I just realised something in the shower, when I was relaxing under the heat of the jet, living alone I can have a loufah, again. It's just one of the things that I couldn't share. If my loufah started to move around the shower, it was all over for me.
Well, I know what I do with loufahs.
You know like if someone suggests the food you are about to eat is off.
I'm starting to play music again, now that I don't have to battle with Tim's bubble gum pop afliction. Tim's cds are still lying on the carpet out of their cases and he left three weeks a go. How long a go was it?
I'm even giving Macy Gray a spin. I'd never dare to if anyone was around, after the scorn I've pour on her for sounding like Donald Duck. You know, I always thought great songs, shame about the voice. And I like black chicks.
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