I feel like such an ass. I'm sitting in the library reading quoted and doing that thing where i try not to laugh but they keep sneaking out of my belly and working their way out of my mouth. I'm biting my lip and crying and shaking like a bowl of J-e-l-l-o, and the lady beside me in the hot pink capris keeps giving me odd looks and scooting her chair ever so slightly further away.

Ah well. *catches breath*

I want soooo badly to tell you guys about Jim. Jim. James. Jimmy. But I won't, for the sake of mystery, and if he ever followed the link to my diary included in my yahoo signature he would probably be slightly taken aback by me spreading him all over the internet. He stopped by saturday night and was shocked to discover that I was pulling for UT to win and not the Gamecocks. NOTE:FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH SC, THE UNIVERSITY OF SC MASCOT IS THE GAMECOCK, AS IN THE ROOSTER. BUT THERE ARE SIGNS, T-SHRITS, HATS, AND OTHER PARAPHENELIA WITH THE SLOGAN GO COCKS SLATHERD ON THEM.

We sat out on the porch and listened to the game, smoking cigarettes and drinking Corona and giving each other the dis whenever the other's team would score. It was an excellent game. Then when the game was over I asked him to pick up a movie for us to watch. He zooms straight for The Royal Tenenbaums, which should tell you how eerie-ly well matched we are.

Last night at the Jam Room 15th anniversary party (held at Art Bar) i made the near-impossible happen. I got Amber and Tony to spend about a half hour in a place that isn't a grocery store. For two very thin people, they must eat a lot because they're ALWAYS at Kroger or Publix. They bailed, as I knew they would, but I loved them for making the effort to get out a little more at my demand. Jenn and I stayed a while longer to watch Dejavoodoo, Hick'ry Hawkins, El Camino, and the raddest of all, Confederate Fagg Karoke! There is nothing funnier than watching Marty, who is five feet tall with flame red hair and leather pants, sing 'Blitzkrieg Bop' with CF playing backup. I registered to win the trip to Atlanta to see God (aka Radiohead) but all I won was a pair of panties that had cherries on them and the slogan "Eat Organic". Clever.

Jenn and I ended the night by tearing into the cheescake sampler my mother gave us. Chocolate! Walnut! Raspberry! Classic New York!

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