Saturday, August 27, 2005

This is Not My Beautiful Wife

I am going camping today with Scooter. Somewhere along the Columbia Gorge, apparently. I'm fairly certain that he is not taking me into the woods to kill me, but in typical postmodern paranoiaist fashion, I am leaving this electronic record. If I'm not back by the end of today, somebody come looking for me, please. I need to eat, like, every three hours or I get cranky.

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