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today i told the trombonist a story, that 'casm related to me, which was told to her by her friend, who got it from pablo francisco. still with me? ok, let's go.

'the trombonist' yea, that's a gun he's got. he brought me tear and share size peanut m&ms!!!

'men's minds are compartmentalized into boxes and shelves. there is a car box. a video game box. a sports box. a wife(y) box. an empty box. the empty box is reserved for when we men zone out and are not really meant to answer questions. this is the moment when the girl asks 'what are you thinking about?' (and for the most part, they want a sweet answer pertaining to them) but we have to scramble for an answer to match. but women, you women, your minds are like...intricately tangled wires where everything is fucking connected to everything else.'

this amused me. a lot :) i like making the trombonist laugh. its nice. i have not been the first to say this.

no. no substantial profound posts today. don't feel like it.

blunts&wine could not soothe this head of mine.

i promise. they will get happier...