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I am way too tired to go to mousetrap tonight. Besides, i definately don't want to drive and Alan wants to go to a houseparty before mousetrap. Which means i'd have to socialize with a bunch of ritz camera kids. Epk. I'm thinking of lounging around here drinking cheap beer, listening to the new Jimmy Eat World that no one else has yet, and maybe doing something creative. Then i'm feeling eating something. Something really fattening. Something really oily. I'd really like to hang out here and spend hours on the porch drinking cheap beer, smoking cigarettes, and talking the night away with someone fucking awesome. But Dale's not home, he doesn't smoke anyway, and he wouldn't want to be out there on the porch with me for long. Plus he's at work until midnight anyway. I wish I wasn't so tired. I wish I had a best friend. At least a good friend who didn't live 89574895 miles away. Or a best friend that didn't want to fuck me. haha! I mean, "j/k". UGH.