the diary of antoine roquentin

> Marilyn Manson – Para-noir
> Placebo – Days Before You Came
> Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These)
> Basement Jaxx – Where’s Your Head At
> Moby – In This World
> Garbage – Temptation Waits
> Scissor Sisters – Tits on the Radio

I got done with work awhile ago, and now I’m bored and cruising MySpace. One me and my cousin’s enemies in Sacramento has now developed a taste for one of my favorite bands (Placebo). She needs to choke on a cock and die. I absolutely loathe cruising MySpace, because I inevitably find the profiles of the people I want to hang out with but they all hang out with my enemies so I know that it would be pointless to ever try to message them because if they hang out with people I don’t like then I know that once I got to know them they wouldn’t be as cool as their MySpace profiles suggest.

I keep feeling like I want to read, but I can’t seem to get out of this chair. I really want to use the Internet, but there is nothing to use it for. None of my friends are online.

I’m so bored and horny. Jeez..horny. That word is so–vulgar. Lol, in finding a synonym for an online, I came across its origin. A horn was once a euphemism for an erect penis. Lol. That is just not sexy at all. Oh yeah…poke me with your horn. That just brings back Rosemary’s Baby flashbacks. Creepy.

Great, Merriam-Webster has no synonyms for the word horny. I am too tired to invent one. I couldn’t help but stare at John when I was at Amanda’s house. But I must not even entertain such a notion. I could have better conversations with a blowup doll than I could have with John. The prospect of a convo with him does not seem enjoyable in the least.

Oh cool! Misty just called me. She said she’s been working a bunch of crazy hours and hasn’t had time to call me back. She wants me to come over, and I agreed. But after hanging out with Amanda and Sarah…

Let’s put it in an analogy. I love analogies! I got all of them correct on my SAT.

Hanging out with Amanda et al is to hanging out with Misty et al as a four-course meal in a French restaurant is to plain, unflavored oatmeal.

That was fun. If you didn’t get that, just give up. Apply at Burger King. Resign yourself to your meaningless, pathetic existence. But for the rest of you, you get double gold stars!

Sidenotes from last night from Amanda’s blog:

How can you not giggle when saying “Spleen”?
I guess I’ll just keep peeing and talking then.
Mank Ind.
We should totally get married.
For someone who has never done drugs, you sure like that carpet a lot.
That’s Gay! – You can’t say ‘thats gay’, thats against the gay rules! – Its MY word! I OWN THAT WORD!!!
Normally I can keep it up a lot longer than this.
Ooh! We can put an LED in there! It will be “Kris 2: Reloaded”
Porn should be free if it doesn’t turn you on!
The buttplug comes with a remote, and a beacon – to find it in the dark. ~what happens if you lose the remote?~ Install the clapper! ~That would be awkward in an operahouse…
Wow! That was a total Mentos Moment!
I love stuff. I love stuff SOOOO much.
Do you think that ceiling fan could be made into a bong?
That wouldn’t even be funny if it weren’t 3 am.

I’m a little manic from all the fun I had last night. I checked on Sukiaki (my cat) when I got home, he seems to be doing fine and he used the litter box (thank the gods). To tell the truth, I really don’t want to hang out with Misty since she ignored me for three weeks. What I really want to do is read Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and Survivor and go to sleep early. But I shouldn’t be so judgmental. I must keep repeating it in my head: Misty is cool. She cut my hair. Maybe it will work.

I should get this insipid chore over with.