i shot the banana

Dinner tonight with B & H. Club sandwich, potato salad, and sorrow. It’s interesting how easy it is to leave my own troubles behind when friends are being screwed so hard by life that I can hear the wood squeak.

Maenad, reggit, odradak and others at D’s. Pleasant conversation. I kept hitting Metaspy on the Sidekick to general hilarity.

About 80% of my friends are having serious traumatic life problems of one kind or another right now. It’s as though the evil planets had all lined up and were beaming evil radiation straight through our tinfoil hats into our brainstems causing evil evilness. Please stop, O planets.

The Lido Diner is a really great place. Dinner with the right amount of food for < $10, waitstaff so nice they seem like Stepford Servers.

It takes four shots of B&B to make me forget that I suck.

the barracuda represents puberty

Yes! I am Madame Defarge. I let the phone ring six times; i don’t even think they have an answering machine. His idea of “safe for work” is unreliable. The guy is Gaston. I think we were reminiscing that night when he showed up. She told me “I already packed some of your stuff in boxes” and I said “Uhh.. thanks?” I have $200 right now. That’s what parents are for, they can add guilt to everything. Whee! I’m a secretary! I love it!

I watched the guy walk directly into a wall. Bible Mike singing, oh no. Don was asking about some incident with coffee throwing and I was worried. The fact that this person is driving at all shows that there are big problems. There’s your chance to be a privy pirate again!

He’s a great guy until he shares his inner ideas and philosophy with you, and then whoo! I got governmented again. I had two people call me who had forgotten that they had killed someone. i’ve been that person and I’ve been the other person too, and they both suck.

Great, he’s being Passive McGressive.

Yeah, I’ve been Mister No Consequences before. Do you even know how to make waffles?

So cal winter pastoral (suburban mix)

Nothing goes together like nicotine, caffeine, cool sunny days, and punk rock on the iPod.

DIE, ALL RIGHT