tonight michael golf came over. i had started pre-drinking with rose and tyson because they went to a preppy bar for a friend's birthday. i was drinking rum and coke while i made chocolate chip cookies and rice crispy squares. i feel so fucking domestic lately.

rose and tyson went to the bar and mike golf and i smoked a cigarette sized joint. then we played donkey kong country 2 and my playing was worse than usual because all i could concentrate on was the background pattern on the screen, instead of the action in the foreground.

also, my cat had this strange obsession with licking my fingers where i'd held the joint. maybe it reminded her of my mom, who is a chronic. not that i let my cat lick my fingers for any prolonged length of time. she just wouldn't stop until i swatted her bum.

then michael and i were talking about the ghost in my house (who rings the doorbell late at night, the motion sensor lights don't go on though so i know it's not a person) and the doorbell started ringing like crazy. it was only rose and tyson, thankfully. i was almost shitting my pants.

tyson is a psychic. i had a huge deja vu while making cookies today and he started saying things i was thinking about (talking about the matrix and stuff) and it just made the room spin faster.