i have a habit of not finishing my last beer so i put it in the fridge before going to bed and then sometime during the day i can drink the rest of the beer and it is perfectly justifiable because the beer is already opened. ta da.

i have a neurologist appointment tomorrow to see try and figure out why my body goes numb sometimes.

did anyone see that creepy little hercules kid on tlc last nite? you know that muscle freak who is 11 or something? gross city.

i could never ever EVER be a junky. last nite i administered some medicine to fil’s pops and it took forever for me to actually get the balls to slam it into his thigh. i was sweating. alack i eventually got it in and voila, now i am a nurse.

i was in blythe heaven last nite for a little while. holy cuteness! “they’re all LOOKING at me.” says fil.

we were at valerie’s and i was tricked into drinking a non-alcoholic beck’s. well, i wasn’t really tricked into it, it was put before me and i just started on drinking and valerie goes why the fuck is she drinking that, then i noticed the label. fuck you fil. anyhoo, eventually i was plastered and obnoxious and talking really loud. had caribbean food that actually didn’t burn my face off with provocative hotness. went to velvet underground to stand around and look cooler than everybody else, oh wait, that happens everywhere i go. took the bus back and sat beside some dude wearing pink shiny pleather pants and not in an ironic way. fuck i was wasted. the cabbie we had at some point of the nite name-dropped all the famous people he ever gave rides to. jennifer tilley, YOU DON’T SAY!? he said his name was mohammed and then laughed and said yeah but all cabbie’s are named that and i was thinking FINALLY one of you’s guys owns up to that!