pubert

Interesting week so far this has been. I have an crazy old man stalking me who is either a one or a combantion of "trying to get in my pants" or "trying to get me arrested". His name is Joe Cabrasinski. He calls me from random bars telling me to get down there and bring herb and he'll buy me a drink...but the last place he took me to was a place called the harbor room...he i hadn't mentioned to herb to him at this point, but he bought me beer. I thought it odd that the sign said shirtless men drink for 1/2 off but it didn't seem to include the ladies and me and him sat around shirtless drinking, until 20minutes after i left i had answered my own question on the ride to pick him up some herb. I never returned with it upon my discovry. I like boys (on rare occasion)...not 68 year old men.

Than there was the time a week after the aforemenntioned incident in which he left a message on my phone where the only part of it that was really clear to me besides wanting to me go to some bar was "funny little out-fit of yours"

On top of that my parents vist me saturday. I don't know what to expect but hopefully it involes grocieres. Theres a dinner involved but who knows where that will go. I smell intervention.

Normally by this point i should be panic attacking myslef in a bathtub smoking pot with a wet towl over my head escaping my problems through inhebriation and literature.

But you know what i had fucking amazing night last night. And sometimes thats all it takes. Good movie good laughter in the company of good friends...and of course all the right dance moves! So at this moment nothing really matters from up here on this mild high...but from great heights can come great falls, but i've fallen enough for one day,