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2004.01.10 8:05 p.m.

and i'm still here. really. right in here. bizarre. i never thought i'd actually leave. how?

it's good. chala and priscilla are..the best. i kind of hang around until they give me something to do. it's pretty awesome.

yesterday i did nothing! well, almost. i did sleep late. and eat. and play on the internet. and email people. i went and looked at a place that was physically perfect, and emotionally wrong. it was such a gorgeous place, on the second floor with lots of bright rooms and a giant deck out the back with a christmas tree on it. and lots of lights. but..it wouldn't be good for me. and i had an anxiety dream about living there.

it's really fucking cold here. i'm not impressed. this house is freezing unless you're in one of the bedrooms. we all want to stay in bed forever. and we should.

but yes, i went and met priscilla when she was done work (at starbucks). and got a sweet drink. and while i waited for her i watched much music, which is right across the street. they were doing something that involved someone dressing in a little bit of bridal gear, veil and stuff, but she was also wearing jeans. i have no idea what they were doing. they were also outside for a bit. if i ever watched any muchmusic, it would have been far more exciting for me. me, chala, and priscilla are going to be in the much on demand audience. i decided. and we're going to be wearing crazy clothes and faking enthusiasm like you've never seen. awesome. i also want to go see mike bullard and maybe other things.

lots of plays actually, that'd be good for chala and i, as actors. and music!!!! a northern chorus is playing soon, and the dears, and bullfrog, which we're definitly going to i guess. yeah.

priscilla's chris came over last night and we watched ghostworld. and we ate chips. and danced around to terrible music. i quite like chris. he's funny. that's what i like about people.

this morning (or rather, afternoon) chala and i went for brunch. with some people that she knows from work (a bar called paeeze, in little italy), sarah, and orlando, and thier friend achmed. sarah's really bloody cool. and hot. she looks so much like sarah jessica parker. so much. and is funny and smart. she hugged me right off the bat. her and orlando have something and he's very cute and nice and funny. and achmed is very very cute as well. dark with green eyes and cute curly hair. and yeah. nice..chala should be with him. maybe yeah. brunch with them on queen west made me feel like i was in toronto. and they're all so open and friendly. relatable. i might help sarah paint her apartment pink. ooohh.

i'm probably going to go to a birthday party for one of chala's friends tonight. and maybe to see a guy play. a guy who likes elliottsmith and brighteyes, so is maybe good. yeah.

if i don't get off here soon, i think priscilla will go crazy. hopefully she'll update her diary. and talk about park bench. oh park bench. er, nothing.

okay. yes. i miss you. holy god, when i think about it..but i just don't think about it, so it's fine. i live here. what?

write me more. and more and more. and everything. and i'll be having funnnnn....

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all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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