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I am awesome!

Atleast that's what I like to tell myself after getting into a particularly difficult parking spot. I love how quickly I've adapted to handling that Grand Cherokee Jeep. Even my friend Danny was impressed. After a bit of manuevering, then finally putting into park, I get out and assess my work then exclaim (at 3 a.m. to no one in particular), "I AM AWESOME!!"

I can't believe I've smoked an entire pack of cigarettes since 6 p.m.

Started out the night with my friend Marcie at Barney's Beanery. They have so much beer there! Like 125 different kinds. I'm in love. I can't wait to go back and try more of 'em. She and I sat for a couple hours drinking, eating and chatting about boys and whatnot. Then decided to trip around Sunset.

We head out to Sunset and on the way we saw Mr. T! We're cruising down the strip and I'm like, "Hey! That guy looks just like Mr. T.!" So I stick my head further out the window for a closer gawk and notice a gaggle of girls gathering. He's shaking hands, smooching cheeks... I'm like, "Holy shit!! That IS Mr. T!!!" For a split second we consider turning around and pulling over so I could maul him, but instead continue down the boulevard.

We're on Sunset so of course end up at the Rainbow. I love that place. I always meet so many fun people there. There's this boy I'd been seeing around town for a few weeks but never had the nerve to do more than just smile at him. He looks like one of the Nelson twins, I swear. Long, flowing white-blonde hair. Finally I got the nerve to approach him and he remembered me from.. well, shit I saw him just the other night at another club. We chatted for a bit and he made me laugh. He used to be in a band called 11 inch Kitty. I also met a boy from Israel. I asked him if he could have a pet jaguar there and he laughed at me. Then I met some guy wearing a fuzzy soft Tiger striped jacket and I pet it. The jacket, not the guy. His name was Guy, tho.

A boy invited me upstairs for a drink so I took that drink then Marcie and I got on the dancefloor. I stripper danced on her crotch because that seems to be the only way I know how to dance now. If there is no pole and I can't grind on someone's crotch then I'm useless.

After awhile staff started kicking everyone out. So we just stood about the parking lot chitchating and speculating on who everyone might be leaving in their fancy Corvettes and Ferraris. I never know who anyone is because I don't watch TV, rarely see movies or read newspapers. I pretty much exist in my own head and the small world I've enveloped around me. We got to watch three different fights start in the parking lot and end in the street and I really wanted to ask for the Nelson twin's phone number. But I didn't because I'll see him again.

I got home and Tiger missed me. I've spent a lot of time with him while I was in hermit mode. As soon as I got home I gave him his vittles and he ignored them until I let him climb up on my shoulder so I could pet him and baby talk to him, "My little boy! I love you, hunny! You're my sweet boy! My Tiger_Liger baby! I love my boy!" He seemed satified with that amount of attention and I could finally put him down so he'd eat hims food.

Okay, night!