Thursday, January 6, 2011

Not My Diary!

Copping Helen Fielding:

Three weeks worth of sedentary soul-searching and personally-crafted 'rehab from college' course (i.e snacks, Scott Pilgrim...) leads to all-encompassing, horrendously obvious, back-to-square-one-type relevation. Am sexually frustrated. This is not a reiteration per se; I don't mean deeply and metaphysically lonely or impotent-in-face-of-world kind of frustration, I mean purely, elementally physically, horny. Why is world so bleak. Everyone should be having sex, as seems like most peaceful and logical state to exist in at all times. Point of this missive is to rally world into frenzied, orgy-like state.

In a certain lens, this might seem pathetic.
Transparent.

But upon further scrutiny, it is actually very socially advanced and honest.

Go forth, my friends! Fornicate! AND TELL ALL YOUR NOT-CURRENTLY-ENTWINED FRIENDS.