  Went to a friend, Granger's birthday party last night, and hada great time. This is a peculiar state of affairs, as I normally don't being in public in general and bars in particular. But thanks to amazing company, and a moderate amount of beer, a good time was definitely had. And Granger is definitely Miz Popularity, she seemed very happy that her friends were around. Landlord dropped by today, fixed the lock on the door, and informed us that the fuck downstairs is moving soon. Good for us, good for the neighbourhood kitties, this guy's a kicker. His wife seems fabulous, but I was too afraid to get to know her.
Much mojo goes to Chad today, as he makes another attempt at being with a girl he loves but is a huge pain in the ass. She's a smoker that's into natural healing, and yeah, that's basically how she is about everything, it seems. Complicated. Found out what type of writer i want to be. I read a bit of WP Kinsella, and that's it. That's what i want, to bring magic into the every day, to invoke a sense of wonder about the world. WP brought us the only Kevin Costner movie I ever liked; "Field of Dreams". I'm not a baseball fan, and I think Kevin ought to be tied up and smacked with VHS copies of all the movies he's ever made, "waterworld' is worth five hits, same goes with 'the postman'.
Ugh. That guy acts with all the passion of a phone book. Anyways, it's based on a short story called "Shoeless Joe Jackson Comes to Iowa'. Read that, and a few others, and Mr. Kinsella is my new favorite author, ousting John Irving. All right, so this blog entry sucks ass. But I'm back. 
