in a fuckshell

i got up late--, finally, deservingly (say 11), ate oatmeal for breakfast, had lunch with emily (get well soon) and amanda (it's not you, it's him) then downtown to see open water (suspenceful but only ok) avec andrew; then home, wrote while blake decorated, greg kissed me, made rice, hung with the crew here then brian left for the south shore, washed the dishes, had a shitty talk with chris (another location forever barred), emily came to drop me off samples of a phenomenal new vegan meal replacement, i changed my shirt, ate rice on the step, saw joey's new dog (jet) and fed him and harley rice, called em who came over and was seeming so ill i'm surprised she's alive (hardly talking), went to the howard's for em to say yo, saw mike and michelle-- and luckily, with this game that mike and i have where we kind of scream louder than the other one for a few rounds, i had the opportunity to scream fucking loudly and maniacally on windsor stret and then he made a monkey call which was horfificly loud, and that cheered me somewha; and i went home and wrote and prepared a gargantuan glass of whiskey/gin/ice/twokindsoflemonade/tropicaljuice and downed that and once again changed my shirt and shoes (only crazy people wear red shoes) and went to the howard's for andrew's going away party which emily was too sick to go, and a good time was had, all those folks are nice, i got a glass of wine (in a champagne flute--gasp!) and some rye bread and olives then we booked and saw catie's new spot which is phenomental and is close to many amenities then goodbye, and home and fuck!-- lois was here and another michelle and stogie and meaghan and greg and blake and altho there was a lb of jasmine tea here, they only got ginger tea and then we smoke blake and i and he answered the phone hello house of the lord,-- jesus christ speaking and i fucking killed myself laughing and it was after 12 but it was only brian who wanted to then call blake reverend and now they're watching xfiles (like they have been all day) and i am going the fuck to bed, BEFORE 3 AM (so far, so good, so what?
an amazing fucking summer-- but get gowan.