gayballs

Last night was fine. My friend Danny invited me to his place and we had a couple of the greatest beers I've ever had.

Not that I haven't already had 50 or so Tuchers in my lifetime-- it had just been a while since I'd been able to sit down with friends and talk while having a drink. I'm not really drinking these days so it really, really affected me, too.
It was a wonderful buzz.
I harassed some girls I know but no one would have me, so I went to my apartment, beat off, had a quesadilla, and drove to my mother's place. I'm staying here for now. Friends of mine have offered their places to me, friends with extra rooms, extra beds.
But the truth is that my mom's house feels so alien to me that I want to be part of it again. I'll probably be staying here for most of the next two weeks. Free food and support and love.
Also, she and my stepfather are in Vegas right now so I can wander around naked. Check out what I'M about to shower in:

Its one of those 2-3 showerhead jobs. I'm gonna jerk off in there.
I love having wealthy parents.

I watched this movie this week:


I really liked it. I <3 this cast. I <3 Jamie Foxx and I <3 Chris Cooper and I <3 Jason Bateman and (since her performance in Juno) I <3 Jennifer Garner and I <3 Danny Huston.
I like action and guns and fakey political conceits.

Today I go to my apartment to pack up my shit and then I go see Diary of the Dead.