TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 03.08.02 Aw geez. I've been summoned to San Diego because, apparently, a job requires knowing how to drive and finishing school, i.e. taking that damn statistics class. Well, I won't go; years ago I told myself I would just shoot myself if I ever found myself there again. Living in San Diego, as I fuzzily remember, requires a lobotomy as soon as you enter city limits, year-round bikini waxes (and I hate to itch) and a mammoth supply of sedatives my family cannot simply afford.
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