ok, so the plan for tonight is as follows: go to jordans kegger, drink a million beers. stumble back to ryerson while smoking ciggarettes, meet up with actors from my class, take the subway/bus all the way to scompton, get to andy's, drink a 26er of gin, love life. fin

theres this little place that i have in my heart that no one knows about. no one knows about it because its a secret, and you don't tell people secrets. you keep them to yourself. I hide this place where no one can see it. where no one can get at it. i keep this place for myself and myself only, because i think that everyone need a place like that. it's a place that i can put her, or what the idea of her used to be. and i can lock it up. keep it there forever, where it can't hurt me or her or you. and look at it sometime on a rainy sunday morning when the sunlight shines through the droplets and i can sit and remember something else. something different that was wonderful for quite a while, then not so wonderful for quite a while as well. i think everyone keeps places like that. so we can pretend for a while that its all ok, so that we can keep on keeping on. survival in a tiny place in my heart. and you can't see it. cause it's mine. and i'm selfish like that.

we walked down the streetlit street, advertisments flashing above us like neon angels and i told her about school and she told me not to leave and i told her ok. and we got coffee and laughed and joked and decided to sleep with eachother one day in the far off future solely for the comic benefit of the action. then we went out and bought deoderant together. i think that the true measure of a friend is whether or not you'll accept their advice on switching deoderants, as i did that night. we then sauntered off to her boyfriends house and did some buckets, which was interesting. i played with his guitar for a bit then made my timely exit, bought brie and grapes because i'm a sophisticated motherfucker, and settled down to eat and be introspective. and now i'm listening to jeff buckley and waiting for the inevitable moment when i'm going to have to go to acting class and sit there for three hours and not get up to do an excercise/ dubble yooo tee eff. i'm not going to do anyhing tonight, because this weekend is going to be full of abusing my body, and frankly, a man can only do so much. and now frank sinatra's "a nightengale in berkley square" is playing in the background, and that makes everything ok.


pretty eh.

i'll describe to you the love that was spooncoming at queens at a later date.



put it this way, matt did a keg stand for 60 seconds. i love my friends.