2001-08-19

so it's about 1:30 am. i just got home. i went out tonight. twice. unexpected. but fun. we talked loudly and obnoxiously about sex which is always fun. sex. yes, i remember that. vaguely. i talked about mr. monday. MISTAKE. as usual i get the "so you're still keeping in touch?" question. to which i just want to reply "fuck you, we're friends. why wouldn't we be in touch????"

i spent the day watching tv and working on a new design for this here diary. it's not working out. a creative void.

anyway, i spent hours watching this show on sci-fi, ultraviolet. and i liked it a lot. i was really impressed. so after spending all afternoon looking at it i get to the last 15 minutes and the phone rings. why oh why did i pick it up? i should have known better. i wasn't thinking. as usual. anyway it was good.

sometimes when i hang out with my friends i just feel like an alien. not a freak, but a completely different kind of being.

one of the people i was out with tonight kept trying to get me to eat some of her food. eventually, i was like, 'please don't try to make me eat when i'm not hungry'.

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