You write some insanely beautiful fiction. That is fiction, isn't it? Things like that don't really happen, do they? I almost remember... but it must've been a dream...

you god damned sap. i love it. you and g are two of the fucking greatest people i've met in such a long time and i am happy to call you both friends.

now i am the sappy one.

'say cheese' is my favorite french joint in LA. They have the most amazing goat cheese salads ever!!!! Too die for. *falls over- purring* I think i ate there three times a week there for about two years straight... yum. yum. yum.

now im hungry.

*shakes fists at sky*

i think ill have some leftover sambusak. garbanzo bean glory i tell ya'...

Ironically enough, Mr. MoJo, I've had a terrible cold for the last three days, all of which were spent at work anyhow. Besides, I've complained to enough people about it that I can't get away with just calling in sick. I guess I might try to talk to the big guy tomorrow, see if there's anything to be done, but I think I'll probably just do my best ot get out of there as early as hell and make it for the maximum party time. the working at 1pm the next day part is just hte extra kick in the balls, since I only hae to be in that early because he gave me that night off, since he thought I wanted it. so my desired plans are getting further screwed by the circumstances that were supposed to make my plans possible.
-Huh?
Dave