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It's a terrible feeling to look at your friends list and see that black line.

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I'm so frustrated, so stuck! I have no useful thoughts! My brain is smooth as a cue ball. I hate it when nothing comes. I know what's *here*--and what's over *there*, but how to get there I'm not sure. I have three different Clarks sitting in the waiting room of my mind, all idling there. Sneering at me. Well, one of them is looking very sympathetic, the other two are being evol. Also, all my pervyness is worn out, gone, gone like the wind! I'm appalled at my lack of balls so to speak. I'm turning into a shmoopy writer of shmoop. Where have I gone wrong--where are my guts? (rhetorical of course, I do have some vague idea where my guts are--but you know--nothing is exactly where you think it's going to be, isn't that weird, it's like--ooh, I digress!) I re-read some old stuff thinking well, let's rekindle that carefree cheerful kind of kinky illness you once had. Alas. I suck. Help me my beloveds! you're my only hope!
(okay, i know i whine about lack of pervyness often, but this time i mean it! maybe age is leaching away my nasty! *wibble*)