I’d like to give a shout out to commentor, whiteman, for providing me with a list of busty playmates. It makes my life easier because then I don’t have to scour the net for busty women. It is a sort of Cliff’s Notes.





Today’s bang of the week is Marilyn Lange. A couple of interesting things about Marilyn: she was playmate of the year circ. 1975 (a well-deserved honor, I might add), her measurements are 39DDD-24-36, she played soccer and, as a publicity stunt, was picked by the the Chicago Sting in 1976 in the final round of the North American Soccer League draft, and, like me, has Finnish heritage. Based on some other facts about her (which I won’t delve into), she seems like she was a pretty intelligent and friendly person. And that is all I have to say about that.





Anyway, I had a job interview today and I was hired. It was a total walk in the park for me. I’m surprised at how smoothly it went. A few years ago I applied to tons of different places and was constantly turned down. I was particularly keen to get hired at Starbucks. I probably was interviewed at least 8 different times and each time it went down in flames. I was pretty depressed at that point in my life and that might have been a part of the reason that I wasn’t hired. You can’t really hide those types of things. I generally wear my heart on my sleeve. But I had an edge this time around because I’m currently feeling pretty healthy mentally and I’m insanely crazy about movies (I applied to Blockbuster Video) and these are pretty much the only prerequisites. The only minus is that the benefits aren’t nearly as good as I thought they would be. I’m looking at around $8 per hour, which is peanuts if you live in the area that I live in. But, as I said earlier, I mainly just want to work for the sake of working. Morbid self-devotion and school are not a good mixture.

I saw the lamest T.V. show in the world the other day. It’s called “Yo Mama” and it is hosted by Wilmer Valderama -- a guy whose sole claim to fame is that he fucks. I mean, really, it seems like people don’t have to do much to be famous nowadays. Paris Hilton, Nicki Hilton, Nicole Richie, Nick Lachey, Jessica Simpson, Kevin Federline, Lindsey Blohan, etc., etc. It seems like a lot of celebrities are famous just because they are famous. And then I saw this other lame show called “Laguna Beach”. I hate to admit it but sometimes I have this seething contempt for humanity. It probably has something to do with my depressive personality. I sometimes just wish people could step outside of themselves and realize that there is an election in November or that nuclear Armageddon and/or environmental apocalypse is at our doorstep and that we need to do something about it now. I feel bad about this aspect about myself and I try to keep it under wraps but sometimes I can’t help it. I’m probably just sexually-repressed and just need to get laid.





I plan on taking a dance class next semester so I can dance with some hot chicks that I can potentially bang. However, I have to admit: I can’t dance to save my life. But I don’t care. If I have to fucking tap dance my way to gain access to vagina, so be it. There is a hip-hop dance class. That sounds kind of interesting. It is kind of unfortunate though: I go to a school that has tons of Asians, thus there aren’t as many busty girls as there should be.