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Hmm. Let's see. Had a girlfriend for three years in college, we broke up, I went north, searched in vain for work, found an internship, found another internship, found myself having interned for a fucking year and was going stir crazy because I had to live at home and have no social life because the magazine was giving me enough for gas and some bills, almost got a job, almost got another job, then I finally actually got a job as an associate editor at some big website headquartered south of San Francisco but not quite in "South San Francisco," but I don't mind because downtown parking sucks ass, and I didn't get laid once from the time I broke up with my girlfriend back in February 2002, except for that one time in Amsterdam a year ago, and now here I am, about to apartment hunt and resocialize, and I'm not bitter about my enforced celibacy and instead chose a lifestyle of monastic meditation, except for the masturbation part.
The occasional Corona Extra helps too.
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