Party at Carrie's. Awkward pseudo-sexual encounters between Kent and some five year old. I woke up at eight AM with Sam's arms wrapped around my legs.

Party at my place. Cloves and Camels in the driveway. Losing Apples to Apples by one point to Mouse. I wanted that fucking vibrator. I freaked out my roommates by going to bed without telling anyone.

I am so fucking pissed that I missed the period of history were pot was cheap and easy to find all over the place.

I moved into the commune. I've been cooking like crazy. i have yet to find a job, and I don't know if i have enough credit to warrant giving me a phone.



Life is good.