I promised myself that I would not, WOULD NOT, stay up past 2 am tonight. I am a responsible person with a job and I'm going to watch fucking People's Court and go to bed. Well, I started reading old mail, and I got the felling that I had to write something, SOMETHING, instead of only reading. I had to let something new spill out instead of ingesting all this old we-will-always-be-together-mumbo-jumbo and letting it sit like a brick (or a waffle from waffle house) in the bottom of my tummy all night in bed. You know it's bad to ingest things right before bed. It makes you gain weight.

I know haven't been updating but you see...my life is like a pie. The pie is divided into internet time and real world time. Well, the sweeter the frosting gets on the real world slice of the pie, the less internet time pie I eat. Or wait, maybe it's just that the real world ingredients are more fluid and they spill into the internet time ingredients, thus taking up more and more of the pie until at some point there will hardly be any internet pie whatsoever. I guess that's ok.

I started keeping a tiny notebook in my pocket because I was always thinking of things I needed to write about while in the bathroom at the movies or at some dumb fucking rock show. I don't have time right now to transcribe everything in the notebook, but I'll just give you a sample:

"Don't forget to write about the pawn shop people hugging at dawn. Don't forget to write about how weird it is to use the bathroom in so many different places. Choco-charm is made of: 1.Tofu 2.Pee 3.Sand"

I plan to expand on all that next entry. Whenever that is. Real world pie is tasty kids, try it!