i'm losing my mind. seriously. all this weird shit happened this week and now i am required (as in by law) to have psychological evaluations done over the next two weeks. and that is not even the begining of how fucked up this week is.

but it has not been a bad week. i mean i got to hang out with miss joey hoff. and when i get drunk with joey i talk about how much i miss christina. then i try and call christina.

also scotty payne is the best boy out there. just in case you were wondering. i went over to his place after working on saturday and we tryed to watch the doors movie. i was really grumpy so i kept saying stuff like "i hardly believe that every person they are trying to portray were such total assholes in real life" and he'd be like "it was a simpler time". he's great. i'm a bitch.

but!!! scotty burman is no longer in cape may meaning i didn't get to see him on friday, when i was so excited that i would see him. fuck it was heart breaking. i miss that guy so much and when ever i'm in town he is impossible to find. if anyone reads this and can get his a message give him my number (250) 380 3563 or send me his number or something.

Carrie Hill Wilner is a young writter out of ny that is doing insane shit with her work. go read her short stories. seriously. i think you can still read one of them on nerve.com but soon you won't be able to without an account or something so go read her story.

i'm developing a system of qualifying types of friends. i'll write more when i figure it out.