we, at the house, just watched the first half of "life is beautiful" and are now walking around trying to speak italian.
and since none of us speak italian, we are all pretty much just saying the same words over and over again in that sing-songy way of speaking that the italians seem to use.
housemate don just came in and said "bontchello" or something like that, which of course doesnt mean anything, and of course forced me to reply with something like "spaghetti".
i am sure that its more fun than it sounds.
today at work, the gay guy that works at subway gave me a free sandwhich.
i am tempted to maybe go out with him so that i can continue to get food for free.
i know what your thinking, and yes it is kind of like prostitution.
but its that word "kind of" that seems to make everything okay.
plus, i need the money.
i have already spent all my paycheck on hookers and comic books.
which, may seem like a wierd combo,
but when you think about it, it makes perfect sense.
if you are new to reading my diary, or even if you are an old time regular, you may not know that what you are experiencing is my saturday night rant.
this is where i will write absolutely anything that comes to my mind without any forethought or edilting.
mental free fall if you will.
my roomate is presently cleaning out a wine bottle in preparation for when he will fill it with crap (not literal crap of course) and then send it to his ex-girlfriend.
just thought you should know.
dang, i want to learn french.
you cant send a wine bottle through the mail you know.
you have to send it in a box.
so what you want to do, if you ever want to do this though i have no idea why you would want to, is send a plastic bottle instead of a glass one.
where am i going with this?
GOD!
i dont know.
i dont know.
i dont know what i am doing.
le la low zim bra da zee bow
brada boom za swinga bada doo dee doo.
so maybe this will be the last time i write an entry without forethought.
maybe i had too much wine.
i spilt some on my p.r. leyva shirt.
i need to clip my finger nails.
damn things grow like..........
..............................................................................well...................well, they grow fast alright.
yeah, so definetly no more off the cuff writing.
gonna have a plan from now on.
anyways, until then,
portobello!
10:14 p.m. - 2004-05-15
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