Taste Your Mind And Taste Your Sex…

I’m at Erik’s house, play on his computer while he’s "doing homework". Which is to say that he really is trying to do his homework, but he doesn’t really care, so he can’t particularly concentrate on it. So while I play Mahjong, and write this, he’s kind of… Oh. He’s offering me REALLY DISGUSTING PEPSI JAZZ.

It tastes like awkward, and evilness. Disgusting. And he LOVES this stuff. "It’s DIET Pepsi Jazz, thank you very much. TeeWhyVeeEmm." Says he who drinks the beverage that tastes like… Ugh, there’s no describing what that crap tastes like!

Anyways. We’re listening to his… 20276 songs in iTunes Party Shuffle and being generally amused and amusing and I’m being my genuinely adorable self while he grumbles about homework and life.

Also, his dad just gave me all of the Crispy Crunch bars in a box of Halloween stuff. Guess who wins? Yep. Me.

Oh. Another also: his dad apparently offered a switch of children, which is to say: I would move in, and Erik would move out and go to my house and live there. And a while ago (not long after Erik and I started dating, actually…), his dad offered me a certain amount of money if I would marry Erik and get him to move out. Interesting. I told him I’d consider it and get back to him.

Still haven’t gotten back to him on that one, now that I think about it.

So. Yeah. That’s life, at the moment, I suppose. Yesterday, as I’m sure we all know, was Halloween, and I wrote an entry yesterday night too. It’s the one right before this one, or after, depending on how you read people’s diaries on here. Feel free to go read that.

I honestly am going to try to write in here more often. I miss the catharsis of getting it all out on a somewhat-daily basis.

Anywhore, that’s it for now. See you round.

– black black heart – david usher –