*fuck my akka. 2002-03-25 2:11 a.m.*

yes. i am the biggest dork ever. that goes without saying.

so i will talk about other things.

last night, i once again got so drunk that i wasn't entirely sure i'd be able to go the whole night without praying to the porcelain god.

i prayed to the porcelain god. it was not pretty. i was not proud.

however, i did wake up this morning feeling perfectly fine. annoyed that once again i found myself woken up from a very bizarre cliffhanger of a dream (so bizarre do i even want to mention it? i might as well. i was in the airport with my family, but my grandmother (this would be a grandmother who is alive and well, btw) wasn't coming with us. except she decided to surprise us and come along anyway. so she comes into the airport and i comment on what a surprise it is. and as she's hugging me, she says, "that's not my only surprise. i also just shaved off all my chest hair." and i was all laughing like she'd made some silly, though understandable joke, and waiting for her to tell me what the real second surprise was, when the phone rang. what would freud say about me having a dream that my grandma made a joke about chest hair?), but otherwise well.

jennifer connelly and i went out and read by the pool for a while, cursing the sky when it failed to provide more sun. then i came home and in a couple hours michael came by and we hung out and rented election, but i won't quite discuss the dorkiness involving that here. but that's a good movie.

last night was a fun time, btw. oh yeah, before that work was superweird. we had a big meat party when i got into work, so i had an hour and a half break immediately when i got work, so that i could eat as much sonny's bbq as i wanted. i ate a lot of bread.

but yes, last night was a fun time. jennifer connelly and i decided to be sketchy and sit out on the benches in palm court and have people hang out with us and have fun. james sang disney songs with us for awhile and that was fun, but then she left and we got bored with our cheerios. so i called people and left pitiful messages, and then texas came out and played his guitar, so i requested "midnight radio" and we had a little bit of a singalong. after more pitiful phone calls, retro came out and hung out with us, and then michael, and james came out again, too. we didn't really dance at the wall, but it was a lot of fun in my drunken state. i giggled and gushed all over the place and could have easily done dumb things, but did not really so much.

and now i will leave you with this snippet of conversation between mud and myself.

baccarati: after eating falafel everything tastes like vagina

Auto response from esoteroticism:

For all the changing of footwear that occurs in a mudroom, some form of seating is

essential. Outfit your mudroom with a bench that has cubbyholes for storing useful

items�towels to dry toes and mop up puddles, socks and slippers to change into�as well

as sports gear and gardening tools that need to live close to the outdoors.

esoteroticism: perhaps that's why i don't like falafel.

esoteroticism: it's like the anti-vagina food.

baccarati: its so strange

esoteroticism: in contrast to it's nonvaginaness, everything else is vagina.

baccarati: i tried a lot of different things and always came to the same pussy-flavoured end

baccarati: martha did a lovely easter special tonite

esoteroticism: i like to come with things that are pussy-flavoured.

esoteroticism: i mean...

baccarati: it wasn't as ridiculous as the xmas special

baccarati: that sounded xrated

esoteroticism: um... yay for good martha stewart.

baccarati: she jsut roasted a ham and some root vegetables

baccarati: however making 30 easter baskets for random kids each with about $90 worth of ribbon was more in the martha extravagance

esoteroticism: mm... root vegetables.

baccarati: i love roots

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