it's me, scott. (you should be catching on now that i am going to write this every time i write a new diary entry).

so. i was talking to liza last night about alcohol and orgasms, and she informed me that she has a "chart" in her bathroom stating that a small "dose" of alcohol can heighten orgasm in females, and lower premature ejaculation for males. wow, what a wonderful thing, that alcohol!

however, now that i've had some time to think about it, i've come up with a few questions:

1. why does liza have a chart in her *bathroom*? i can't imagine myself drinking, having orgasms, *or* ejaculating (i think the last two go hand in hand [no pun intended, shut up, i hate you]). i think maybe under your bed might be a better place for this chart, liza. or stuffed near that big bottle of vodka you have hidden in your closet.

2. what is a "dose" of alcohol? "hello, bartender, i'd like a dose of alcohol." ?? no. that is silly. is a beer a "dose"? a shot? a captain & coke? a pitcher of kool-aid mixed with 1/4 bottle of everclear? waaay too inspecific. if we're talking about orgasms here, we need to be more specific!

3. why does *liza* have this chart? as if that hammy is going to be getting any kind of action any time soon! ha ha ha!

anyway.

last night i went to the green room to play pool with josh, hoping that my little annabelle would be there. but... she wasn't. so yeah, that sucked. how can i lust after a girl if i never see her? bad situation. luckily, i have three (count them... 1 2 3!) coupons that i need to use by next week (before they expire), so i'd better see her. ahh, sweet annabelle. so cute.

have i mentioned that i suck at pool?

i do. i suck. i suck ass. i'm surprised that josh and pete even play with me, except that i think they do it because it makes them look really good.

hm.

so this morning i was lying in bed, waiting for my alarm to go off, and i look over and my cat is perched on the ledge playing with my watch. and i stare at her for a little while, and then she bats my wallet and it falls over the ledge, and so does my cat.

(this is a lot funnier if you have seen my apartment, because it's a loft, and the "ledge" that i'm talking about is about a 15 ft drop. at least.)

anyway.

this entry isn't very interesting today because i don't really have anything interesting to say. so i'm going to stop writing now and maybe if i have something interesting to say later today i'll type something else.

love,

scott.