i never got any berfday cake, megan. that's cruel....it looked so good...
00:17:38 - 2000-08-19
so, the finalists for the poetry contest were chosen. i don't really think i'll win. i am just feeling all warm 'n' fuzzy inside cuz i made it to the semi-finals. and getting published? come on, now...what more could i ask for? nuffin. so it's abso-tootiloot-ly fine if i don't win anything.
megan's party wasn't like she (or anyone else??) thought it would be. most of the people were milkmaids and didn't dress up for the COSTUME PARTY...and yes, it was a COSTUME PARTY, in case, some of ya'll who went weren't sure...
anyhoo, yours truly was a sparkling modern angel. so, we had some sex on the beach, we (just me actually) frolicked around the driveway, we listened to some songs from the doors box set that i bought for tink (SCORE ON THAT GIFT CHOICE, aye, megan? aye?! hehe), we roasted...no, scorched some marshmallows in megan's backyard campfire thing, and we went to see fireworks at OOB (<---bad choice). then everybody but rai, sarah, tupper and i, left, so the 5 of us (megan is the 5th of course, you stoopid goons) sat in her..err..living room(?) and watched tv and talked about important issues. you'd think we would just be giggling fools with how late it was, but ALAS, we talked about religion, of all things. my oh my.
it's late, i'm tired. but...i am going to finish watching Jaws before i go beddy-bye, because i bought the 25th anniversary edition this morning. while at sam's, i noticed that ryan l. was working there. ryan l. was supposed to work at oscar's. but he is a tool and quit before he even started. tool tool tool. i haven't used that insult in a while, but tink used it last night and so i think i may go on a "tool" kick again.
off i go.