weirdness: yesterday, i left the house to do laundry. 15 minutes later i return, and the strawberry plants are ripped clear out of the planter from my front porch... okay, wtf. Then Jenn and I head back out to have food at the Essex, and upon returning, there is a plunger wrapped in a liquor bag stuffed in my mailbox. What.

So the notice was given in the mail about whether we are staying here or not; No.

I'm mostly feeling okay but i smoked a little last night and had an inner-freakout about it... I think i kept it under wraps pretty well.

Yesterday i had a really good vegetarian pulled porn sandwich - it was made with spaghetti squash! An old schoolmate cooks there now. He's super hot still, kind of hotter. beardy guy with a fantastic physique. i want to gnaw on his calves, kind of?!

today is... i don't know. bleagh.