Of late, I've been mucking about in the back stories of my own writings and thought that I'd like to share with you. I know that some of them are repeats of past entries over the years; I'd winnowed and pruned and selected and polished. So, over the next few weeks, I'll be revisiting some thoughts. Like this one, from Sunday 5 December 2004:
Whenever I feel penis envy coming over me, I simply pump my own gas. Shaking the nozzle for that last drip...it being the right height and all, makes me feel as useful as a man.