Dude, I am never eating tofu again.
I’m thinking about writing a short story about cannibals who eat vegans just cos it makes me laugh.
The dishwasher at work keeps hitting on me.
I don’t know how I feel about it.
I have to go out and get the rest of the 4th season of Queer As Folk cos we started watching it last night and Justin joined the pink t-shirt mafia or whatever and started kicking this guy’s ass and I kind of like his shaved head. He’s hot. I met him at JT LeRoy’s after party last year, he was so sweet, but it was in the middle of this fucking fashion week bullshit and he said it was annoying and fled…………
I feel violently ill and my eyes hurt.
I wasn’t able to gogo dance at the CMJ party tonight. I hope I don’t get archived for it.
i'm working on a new book, previously called The Return of Saturn but i changed the title to "Seven Plus Seven," it's going really well
Cool bands playing at CBGBs Lounge sunday night to beneift Hurricane Katrina - Dark Rock for the art damaged and fashionably dead - hurricane katrina animal rescue benefit, doors open at seven, 5 - 10 dollar donations......come the fuck out!! Funeral Crashers are playing, they are awesome!
Watched this documentary on the punk scene in LA way back when shit was still real and cool.
Punk is dead but I’d still fuck it.
And this dude was wearing a cool fucking rad shirt that said Dare To Keep Kids Out Of Church.
And on that note, here’s more “Demonic.”
I will be home tomorrow!!! No work!!! So I will leave everyone comments, I swear.

***DEVON***

Nicole was crying in the bathroom. I needed my Georgio Armani cologne. Dad was toying with his brand new Motorola cell phone down in the pool room in the basement. Mom was in the kitchen slicing up tomatoes she’d spent an hour in the grocery store hunting. She’d inspect for bruises and tossed the ones that had some back into the bunch, bruising the other ones even more. It was pretty much another normal evening in Ballenking. I had an hour to finish getting ready. Betsy or Becky, I couldn’t remember her name now, lived at Reggie Resorts, just as I expected. Reggie Resorts was an apartment complex specifically geared toward single mother and daughter families. Well, you can’t really call that a family, but yeah. There was a tennis court and a swimming pool. The apartments were “nice,” they were clean. There was a fireplace in each apartment and bug-attracting porch lights next to each door. I’d been there before. My ex-girlfriend, Jamie, said she wouldn’t mind living there when she started college. I bet she lived there now. Kids would play patty-cake under bug lights and the bugs would fry and make zapping noises and that sound mixed in with the clapping of children made for an awkward cracked out techno beat.
Maybe, I suddenly thought, my ex, Jaime, would see me with Becky. My plan was to get Becky drunk and go skinny dipping. The pool there was set away from the complex, near the woods. It actually was between the woods and the shower rooms. It would be easier to take advantage of her there.
I decided to go all out, too, and take her to some place nice even though she wouldn’t know the difference. I just wanted to slip it in tonight. I didn’t want to have to be paranoid about rape charges, either. I just wanted this to go over as smooth as possible. Now if only Nicole would get out of the damn bathroom. She was always crying. I went back downstairs. Dad had been standing in the same spot in the pool room for the past half hour. We just had new carpeting put in. That was a favorite thing to do with Ballenking people when they got bored enough. It was as common to see the Rugs and Hugs truck circling Ballenking as it was to see the mailman’s little jeep. Dad impatiently punched numbers on his phone, insisting he have it programmed before the night was over.