Monday, August 22, 2005

i hear my phone beep.

that means i have a message.

it's luke.

finally.

i thought he died or something. camping trip.

lets hang.

yes.

electric fetus. i buy a used the chemical brothers cd, "dig your own hole."

where to eat?

sawatdee.

6 cream cheese wontons. omg yuuummmmmmmmm.

pad thi, vegeterian. how hot? uh, mild.

food comes, after a few bites. holy shit this is really spicy. this is going to make my nose run (where the fuck was this stuff when i had a cold all weekend? laying around blowing my nose but nothing would come out and feeling like shit?). my lips are burning. we were the only ones in the resturant at the time so the server must have heard us. i could remake that for you if you like so it's not to spicy?

no. it's really good. and we meant that.

i can't eat this anymore i need a break.

OMG CHINESE TAKE OUT BOXES! (i haven't come across any resturant in mn that uses them. i was pumped!)

lets get dessert.

sawatdee sundae. vanilla ice cream on top if sweet sticky rice? hell yeah.

it was the best thing i have ever put in my mouth. i'm going back there just to have that. the rice was cooked with coconut milk and it was warm. holy holy moley.

best buy where we each by 50 blank cd's for 10 dolla, holla.

my house and we start to burn cd's from eachother. on this new computer it's fast as hell. bored while waiting though, so we get a movie. skips so we take it back. closed. shit. go back home and watch singles. boring but it gets the job done. oh yeah watched a little of nin live and all that it could have been dvd. trent hits his head with a microphone. har har har.

the end.

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