after watching the first half of insomnia, and baking some gourmet white chocolate chip macadaemia cookies, anthony picked me up.

driving at high speeds through dense fog without your headlights on is fucking crazy.

for a while it was just me and anthony sitting around his bedroom, him on the computer, me on the floor playing guitar and standing on a skateboard without trucks or wheels. while watching that hilarious snoop dog televizzle shit, seth and kim came in, and then linda eventually came in as well. seth got his mr. deed's dvd, and so we spent some time watching that.

once everyone left, anthony turned on his by the way .mp3, and for some gay reason, we both started to rock out - air guitaring and air drumming and bouncing around like a mexican jumping bean and a deep fried pineapple. all of sudden, seth walks in on us, not only scaring the shit out of me by catching me off guard, but discovering the crazy shit we do when no one is looking.

we all went upstairs and hung out there for a while, since we don't spend much time upstairs at anthony's as we all used to. after several occurances that would indicate our queerness, like shaping the male genitalia out of a banana and two pears, each of us painting our fingernails, and seth pulling phone books and people out of his imaginary cunt as he hopped on the kitchen counter, we found that every pizza joint in the seattle/renton area is closed at midnight, and so we went to wendy's to get something to eat.

now those guys are watching a paulie shore movie out in the living room, as i write this pointless bullshit.

goodnight.