dave came over. he slept. i trolled my space. such is life.
i want to go to drink and draw on the 10th at meltdown comics in l.a.
i called vincent cause he is my only l.a. connection and he said he'd go with me.
he was on his way to meet lara flynn boyle cause his friend married her.
i thought that skinny troll was with jack nicolson. i'm confused.
russ is being difficult. he's out at a bar and couldn't hear me and all he kept
screaming in my ear was, DID THE SPURS WIN? why the hell should that matter to him.
i guess this is all. rose.
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