August 19, 2003. 9:30 at night.
Everybody Needs an Editor
Francis asked me to go out to dinner and it was kinda cool because we hadn't hung out in a while in the hetero guy-on-guy kind of way, but then I got to thinking something was up. Like a bunch of people were going to throw a surprise party for me or that he'd been given the task of firing me. But instead, he asked me to be the Best Man in his wedding! I said yes. It's in May. The scariest thing about it all is that I have to come up with a speech. A speech that's funny. I've got my work cut out for me.
The new Star Wars game for Gamecube comes out in October. I stay up late at night thinking about it.
Meggin went to Las Vegas because her sister-in-law was supposed to have a baby but the baby was taking its sweet time in commencing its Birthing Adventure so Meggin ended up staying out there for like five days to take care of her nephews and I was all alone in LA, eating lots of junk food and playing lots of video games. Then the baby came into the world so Meggin came back and I didn't feel so incomplete.
Wow, that update was totally weak. I feel sorry for everyone who just read it. It probably would've been better were I not in a crabby mood. And did I mention I had a dream the other night where I witnessed my grandparents having sex? I snuck into their house to spy on my mom and while I was passing the living room they were in there doing it with all the lights on. Doggy style!! Just be glad if YOU don't have any grandparent-sex dreams tonight, friends.
Okay, I feel much better about the quality of this entry now.
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