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Yawn....I like waking up REALLY late in the afternoon after staying up until REALLY late in the morning. The past few days I have been hangin out with my friends Todd, Liz, and Ava. I was the first friend Todd had made when he moved to AZ from Toledo. I knew when I first saw him he was going to be a cool fucking kid. Unfortunately no one else saw the same. He was basically an outsider at his school. Had no friends (and when I say no friends I mean NO friends). He had a haircut that would resemble something Friar Tuck may have sported during his run with The Merry Men. He weighed about 115 lbs, and that's being slightly generous I think. And he seemed to lack any sort of social skills. So when I actually first met him, which would have been maybe 6 months after I first saw, I approached him and introduced myself to him. I introduced him to all of our co-workers and I decided that as a team buiding exercise, we should cut Todd's hair. Todd agreed and away went the shaggy manifestation of Prince Valiant. With his newly mangled hairdo Todd now resembled Thom Yorke of Radiohead. It was fucking cool. Ever since then Todd and I have been friends. I consider him to be a brother. I was born with the privelege of having four younger beautiful sisters and therefore have friends I consider to be brothers. I met Liz through my old drummer Fernando. When I met her the first thing I noticed about her was the size of her breasts. They are quite large (F cup) and on her diminutive frame (5'2") they appear to be seperate entities. Liz and Fernando became a couple and since then she has been made her way into my circle of friends and is considered my siser. Liz and I have always shared an attraction that was undeniable but out of respect for her now ex-boyfriend and our relationship we have not moved forward in the direction our loins command us to. We almost did once and it was weird to say the least. I have only known Ava for the better part of a year now and she is a strikingly beautiful creature. She possesses the body of a goddess and is possibly one of the funniest girls I have ever met. Not funny in the comedienne sense but more of an unknowingly giddy sense. She views the world as her oyster but has yet to find a way to crack open its shell and view the pearl she so longingly wants and it sometimes a form of entertainment. The trio are roomates and are almost like a Three's Company of sorts in a demented Partridge family sort of way. Liz takes the role of the mother with Todd being the chemically influenced brother and Ava assuming her part as the ever evolving sister. The past two days have been a menagerie of conversation, liquor induced stupidity, and a failed attempt at getting high off of nutmeg. Needless to say it has been fun and a great relief. Being around Todd often releases my inner artist. He possesses a childs eye view of the world as filtered through the brain of a 22 year old man. He tries to make sense of losing-end arguments like "I really do believe that being a Roman Gladiator is harder than being a good parent." I stayed out of that conversation. Liz and Ava vocally beat him to a withering pulp. I felt sorry for him. I'm not saying he didn't deserve it. But to him he was trying to present a valid argument, even if his argument was futile in nature, I'm not sure if we can fault someone for having an oftentimes twisted view of the world but if we could, Todd would be a great candidate for punishment. I can say that I did meet a wonderful girl on Saturday and I seriously hope to come across her again. First off I wish I could remember her name (I'm horrible with names.) She was very cute and liked my sense of humor (that put an arrow right through my heart...damned cupid.) I'm still trying to make sense of my own ideas of love and affection. I am very jealous of my roomate Tony for being engaged. I introduced him and his fiancee, Carrie, and now they are going to be wed on March 20th of 2004. I wish I was so fortunate but at the same time I don't want to be married. I'm too young. Too virile. I have not accomplished a quarter of my objectives in life and I don't think it would be fair to drag someone along in my conquest for happiness. It might be better that Jessica stopped associating herself with me. If not for her then for me. I would feel bad if my Don Quixote like aggression in some way made her feel like second fiddle to my dreams. I still would like to spend more time with this nameless entity that I feel enamored to. She was a breath of fresh air and made me feel at ease. Oh Frabjous Day, Callooh Callay!