johnnyfive

what a fantastic day. i always fear fantastic days because something really horrible has always occured recently afterwards. it's like god setting me up for a huge gut punch with a jolt of joy.
i had excellent indian food with a bright and fun girl and my mom came in town and brought me a bunch of crazy shit including a video camera. toby did sneak out and rub his face in a pile of shit, but a bath later and...problem solved! so i wonder what's next...good or bad things? well, i'm definitely enjoying the good things. it's like the soundtrack to edward scissorhands plays in my head when i think of her...