~ this is a fairly self-conscious endeavor. the reader probably imagines that something amazing must have occurred and inspired me to create this log. today, though, i spent most of the day in the library doing research or laying out photos of the site i found for this semester. well, i went down to the marina for lunch, and i was walking through the shopping center, wondering if i should buy bad coffee that is convenient or good coffee that is out of my way when i was passed by a man in white lycra shorts; i wasn’t going to ‘look’ at his penis, but i couldn’t help it. it practically jumped out at me. i thought that i’d been around a bit, but even ‘snag this’ and ‘the rustler’ paled in comparison. i don’t know how to describe his member without just admitting that i was frightened. what was this guy doing out in public? for that matter, what would this guy do in private? his johnson seemed better suited for a mule than for another human. i feel sorry for his partner, who no doubt regrets what probably was once considered a fortunate novelty.

~ well, telling stories that make me appear to be obsessed with a stranger’s genitals is perhaps an unfortunate way to begin the latest feature of the angry red planet, but my feeling that this won’t be going anywhere relieves me from investing too much.

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