Okay. I need to write my own posts before I read other people’s entries. On the way home from Misty’s house I also was contemplating death and mortality. Mostly I was concerned about my blog and my web site and I really hope that someone be it my mother or something will keep paying my hosting costs (a paltry $7/month) and maybe blog one last post or something saying that I died and how I died. I would really want that. And put the URL in my obituary!!

And also, for the record… I do not want to be kept alive by artificial means. Keep me on the machine for one or two months or so if I might wake up, then just disconnect me. I don’t really know who would be paying my hospital bills though, so they would probably just unplug me from the start once they realized I didn’t have health insurance.

Oh yeah, I remember one more thing from last night’s get-together:

“Once you’ve seen one penis demon, you’ve seen them all.”

On the way home I started listening to the latest Garbage album Bleed Like Me and it brought back all sorts of memories about Ripley. I just keep wondering… did we actually have something? Was he using me? Does he still like me? If he moved out of his abusive boyfriend’s house, would we go out again? Does he still read my blog? The latter is probably the deciding factor in all the other questions.

I’m just sick of not being happy.

The visit to Misty’s house was not spectacular at all. The first 20 minutes of it she was watching a DVD of this retarded WB show about a doctor in some random Colorado town. The script was about as interesting as the shit I took a few hours ago. Slightly chunky and in two logs, one slightly smaller than the other, the show played on and on and on. The dialogue so contrived, unoriginal and puerile only Misty could find entertaining. So I vigorously made fun of it until the episode was over and I implored her to watch something else. I popped in Big Fish and she fell asleep halfway through it. We had almost nothing to talk about. I was utterly bored. I’m glad I’m home. But at least I have something to blog about.

I’m going to go read/go to sleep. Of course, there is a ubiquitous step that I have omitted. But in the spirit of last night’s two-hour conversation about dildos, I’m going to go jerk off! Woohoo!