it's me, scott. hi. i am savory, like a chalupa.

everytime i hear selfless cold and composed, and ben folds sings that line "you just smile like a bankteller...blahblah" i think he's saying "you just smile like a bathtub". ha ha! bathtubs can't smile!

liza wants to fuck. she's tired of this "making love" bullshit.

oh my, am i vulgar today!

last night i went over to my mom's house to steal her vcr, and my sister was over and she had her dog over, too. anyway, she had purchased a rope thingy to get her dog to tug on, and she was trying to get him to tug on it, and he wouldn't. she is so stupid! she has absolutely no training skills whatsoever!! i played with the dog for 2 minutes and was dragging him around the room he was tugging so hard! and he wouldn't stop playing with her stupid toy for the rest of the night. i rock.

also, i sketched a picture of leonardo dicaprio in my sketchbook last night. he is so sexy! he has those boyish good looks that kind of remind me of pete.

i think i'm going to devil's lake tonight to hike or climb rocks or whatnot with josh and ray. that should be fun. i'm going to try to remember to bring my camera this time to take some pictures, but i have to be damn careful that i don't break it, too.

i was going to see american beauty again tonight too, but that can wait. kevin spacey will always be masturbating in the back of my mind, anyway.

short diary today. not much to say. in a weird mood.

love,

scott.