October 26th, 2003


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Tonight went to two Halloween parties. They were costume parties. Not being a fan of costuming, I thought I could just wear jeans and a t-shirt and go as "Guy #4". But somehow, I didn't think that would appease the hosts. After some thought, I had an idea: my roommate Sumner and I dressed up as striking grocery store workers. We got aprons at Ross, wore white button down shirts with khakies. We drove by a Vons and Ralphs hoping to steal some picket signs, but alas, not many striking workers on a Saturday night! So we made some fake strike signs from memory and press photos. Sumner had a name badge with his name on it already, but I had to make one up. Our costumes, although so simple, were surprisingly huge hits. I guess it's difficult to enter a party carrying signs and not make an entrance. Several ppl took our pics, but I didn't get them. So use your imagination.

First we started at the party of some guy named Brad, whom we didn't really know. There were a couple hotties there, but we really didn't know anyone but a few of our usual friends. Jay, Dean, and Tony were then off to John Robinson's party, so we bounced with them and headed to the top of the Mulholland. There were many more ppl there we knew. Had a good view of the Santa Clarita fires from the party. Kind of surreal to be partying it up while others' homes and livelihoods were being used as kindling. The house was set up much better this year with lots of hidden paths and what not. Very nice. John was dressed as Tammy (god, I love that costume).

Right now I really just want to gorge on Tomy's fried onion rings and zucchini strips and then cuddle up with someone and sleep until waking up when we wake up. Damn alcohol and it lowering my defenses.
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Masturbating while Rome is burning

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When I went to bed last night, the skies were white with fog. I woke up this morning, leisuring jerked off, pulled back the blackout curtains and opened the blinds to surprisingly find the fog replaced by dark gray smoke and soot.

This was pretty much the sight from my bedroom window. But on a clear day, I can usually see all the way to the Santa Monica Mountains and the Hollywood sign. This was just gross though, and my crappy digital camera doesn't do it justice. Driving around the city, it's like following some gross, polluting car, except you can't escape it — smoke everywhere.

I guess everyone got the message, 'cuz the Beverly Center (one of our indoor malls) was packed. Well, thankfully none of the local TV stations have preempted any of the sports today to show us important information on the fire situation (Heaven forbid, we interrupt baseball, golf, and football for something so trivial). blah

I'm going to Good Guys to look at toys.
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