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The Bachelor Deliberate Gentle Sex Master (DGSMm) Straight-up. Studly. Congratulations, you are The Bachelor. You're an honest, good-thinking guy, and though you're very sexually active, people don't perceive you as a male-slut or man-whore or guy-dick-putter-inner or whatever. You have a sterling reputation. You're a careful person, perhaps too much so for your friends' tastes, but guys like that in you. You probably don't kiss & tell. And you definitely don't brag. You know you don't have to prove anything to anyone. It's as if you believe in monogamy, so long as it's with lots of different people. Our guess is that you've got some kind of word-of-mouth going with the boys out there, and that in the future, your sex partners will get even more plentiful, and more attractive, too. Your exact opposite: The Manchild Random Brutal Love Dreamer You will settle down eventually, and make an excellent husband. You seem like the type who is into the idea of making copies of yourself, so you'll probably adopt lots of kids. Bear in mind, meanwhile, this can get expensive. ALTERNATE ENDING: You will die broke and alone. Vermin will feast on your ragged body for five days before the groundskeeper notices. The thing is, when somebody dies in a public restroom, the natural odor of his decomposing flesh is often masked by the feces smell. ALWAYS AVOID: The Manchild CONSIDER: The Bachelor, The Backrubber Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating. My profile name: dandylick

In other news, I have 1/4 of my paper written. Problem is, that's just the introduction, and I still haven't even given a perfunctory concise definition of the becoming-minoritarian of language. Eh, that'll be the fun part. (We'll see how I feel when it's 3am and I'm still writing the fucken thing.)

Speaking of school, I was procrastinating last night by reading the New School's handbook for philosophy postgrad students. Reading it filled me with a sense of anticipation and fear. I don't know, is it okay to be both excited and absolutely terrified at the prospect of not only having to get into grad school but of fulfilling all the exacting language requirements and coursework and then producing a g-ddamn dissertation?! What I mean to say is, I'm really fucking excited by it but also incredibly intimidated. Entirely acceptable?