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oh joy! what a nice surpise! jody got all uppety last night and dragged mr. scott down to have some fun with me. and. he parted with all of his bright eyes cd's so that i may burn them. and. he parted with his "graduate" dvd so that i may watch of it. and.
HE BROUGHT ME A FUCKING APPLE PIE. A PIE! A PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! PIE PIE PIE!
yes! yes he did! it's in my kitchen RIGHT NOW. all because i was not feeling well when he talked to me the night before. aw. so sweet. fucker brought me a goddamn pie. of course, this automatically excused him from any bastardlyiness for the remainder of the night....smart, that one. jody just may be one of my favorite people ever. especially today. for today, i eat pie.
and i have put my stamp of approval on mr. scott. is he always that quiet?
then i had me a good botched audition for which i will not recieve a call.
then i went back to fetch the boys, and we met up with d'aloia and his woman and mr. scott's 2 women and ate food and saw what would be the defining moment of the evening.
read tony's or kevin's or jody's journal if you want more detail, or just ask them about it. all i'm saying is this: drunk couple. kicked out of the bar. making out hard on the sidewalk. breasts. hands in pants. feet in air. and, as tony so delicately put it, "he picked her up by her crotch vagina!" and now i've been witness to spectator-sport finger fucking...they drew a crowd.
kevin predicted a mad rush to live journal. i win.
then back to the safferts' apartment and a world's worst spelling competition between d'aloia and stephie...i forget who won the title.
but, with all the fun, the joke was on jody....because jody was in the cities, but david? david was up in duluth.
hhhhhhha!
HE BROUGHT ME A FUCKING APPLE PIE. A PIE! A PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! PIE PIE PIE!
yes! yes he did! it's in my kitchen RIGHT NOW. all because i was not feeling well when he talked to me the night before. aw. so sweet. fucker brought me a goddamn pie. of course, this automatically excused him from any bastardlyiness for the remainder of the night....smart, that one. jody just may be one of my favorite people ever. especially today. for today, i eat pie.
and i have put my stamp of approval on mr. scott. is he always that quiet?
then i had me a good botched audition for which i will not recieve a call.
then i went back to fetch the boys, and we met up with d'aloia and his woman and mr. scott's 2 women and ate food and saw what would be the defining moment of the evening.
read tony's or kevin's or jody's journal if you want more detail, or just ask them about it. all i'm saying is this: drunk couple. kicked out of the bar. making out hard on the sidewalk. breasts. hands in pants. feet in air. and, as tony so delicately put it, "he picked her up by her crotch vagina!" and now i've been witness to spectator-sport finger fucking...they drew a crowd.
kevin predicted a mad rush to live journal. i win.
then back to the safferts' apartment and a world's worst spelling competition between d'aloia and stephie...i forget who won the title.
but, with all the fun, the joke was on jody....because jody was in the cities, but david? david was up in duluth.
hhhhhhha!
