Kelly and I just looked at weird porn for like forty minutes–after a while I said something greatly funny. We were looking at gang bangs.

Kelly: Isn’t this kind of–homoerotic?
Me: I wonder what is more homoerotic–gangbangs or transsexuals?
Kelly: Don’t ask questions like that, you’re going to make my brain explode.

Elastica - Hold Me Now

Took some NyQuil around 2AM and I got up at 1PM–I can’t believe I slept for eleven hours. I gave Jared the couch and I slept on the floor. He says I’m too nice. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor–if he does then it’s logical that he should have the couch. And Jared is cool. In the morning we both migrated onto Kelly’s bed, and of course joked sleepily about “sleeping together.” I had such nightmares–god. There was this one with all these zombies and squids–and there was this other one that I’m glad I forgot. Well, better nightmares than dreams about Andrew. Speak of the devil–Kelly just got home and I see Andrew outside. Fuck everything. I’m like–cold today, draped in Kelly’s Blues Clues blanket that’s probably seen more action than a hidden camera in a brothel. I’m glad I’m half-asleep and that Elastica is playing–this would be interminable any other way. I need to die. Right now. Oh, during the day we went to all the art galleries I was talking to Jessica and I was all “You know what would make this night even better?” “Sweet death” It was amusing. I stole it from That 70s Show. I think I might go out and be sociable–but I really don’t give a fuck. I need to take a shower and get dressed. I put on some red eyeliner last night and it’s still on–I probably look weird. I can’t deal with Taggart being here. I’m not even awake yet, but awake enough to feel like shit. I need to take a shower. Right now. And forget these damn nightmares.