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..::28.02.04::..

without trying, inspiration has literally vomited all over me lately. the idea: a comic. and every day there has been at least one new page. jerry seifeld look out. i don't even have to pay writers for this stuff.

summary.*i will be writhing on one of the levels dante so accurately describes, but at least my mom will be there with me. i received a phone call regarding my grandmother. she broke her wrist. my mom barely gets this out before she starts to laugh. apparently, my grandmother--the same woman that won't leave the house for anything at the mere threat of snow/breeze/rain/a butterfly--fell while going to take a look at her gravestone/plot in the cemetary. figures. *two hardcore lesbians playing pool, one with an eye patch. this was not out of necessity, but rather a game advantage sort of thing. *last night. office party with many mullets. then lesbian bar. it's karaoke night. the bartender looks like christian slater and gives me the best drink i've ever had for $3. a butch named terry completely monopolizes the mic. this place: i am in love. then to the elevator. meet 6'1" girl that talks up my photos that were recently hung. suddenly girl gets very drunk. we drive her home in my friend's car that is less than 24 hours old. she pukes. her boy-friend disturbs me. j and i end up at the car wash 2 am. he in prada jacket. two cop cars outside. truck door open. power washing the interior. hilarious. *consume asian pear apple thingy. amazing. *two hours of radio. i love saturdays. this american life makes me cry. the next big thing does it too, but only almost. i am now completely devoted to both. am curious to know if that's the same thing as television. refuse to answer phone during "my shows."