put on my mood pants and hit the lo-orbital dance clubs for a night of the freeky deeky. been so lonely for so long even just the possibility of talking to a strange woman gives me the crotch sweats. not to mention the other body sweats. i don’t know how to talk to people anymore on that level that strangers talk to each other at. how are you? what’s your name? you come here often? do people even talk like that anymore. the chat ’em up function on my unit is throwing a crudload of wild and whacky new jargon at me like: farnfunky, woodle this (or woodle that), put on the crud, crud it, get cruddy, cruddin’, chunky cruddy, crud chunker, hard crud, etc. seems to me that we’ve entered the crud generation. amazing that you spend all that time as part of the underground drug culture and you end up with little or no social skills. just another head in a cube. talking lines about lines. now i’ve gotta figure out how to get my head back in the game. went shopping and bought a new electrified vest, got a-steve to do my hair like you see on those guys on the feeds who make everyone so crazy. like champ used to. i’ve really fallen pretty far. used to walk on red carpets. the one in my apartment is brown. Like crud.