it's me, scott. wanna tongue-wrestle?

sorry about the short letter yesterday. i had been busy at work all day, and didn't really get a chance to write. i hope you can forgive me.

so last night i was cleaning my apartment because my friend's girlfriend is staying there tonight, and i guess girls appreciate cleanliness or something, so i was cleaning my floors with some nice lemon-scented mr clean. however, i didn't have a mop, so i was just grabbing a big wad of toilet paper, wetting it under the faucet, and wiping up mr clean on the floor, and then throwing the toilet paper wad into the toilet. well, this seemed to work for a little while, but then my toilet ended up getting clogged with toilet paper wads. ack!

i didn't exactly know what to do, and despite what liza said, i wasn't about to stick my hand in a toilet!! however, i got to thinking, and because i didn't have a plunger, i grabbed an empty 2-litre bottle of coke, and shoved it in my toilet and blew air at the wad of toilet paper. and it worked! my toilet unclogged and is now lemon-scented. how lovely!!

i'm just like mcgyver and shit!

right now josh is reading webpages about lady godiva because i had mentioned a few days ago that i was related to her, and neither of us knew why she was famous except that she rode around naked on a horse. and that seems like it should be more cause for arrest than for fame. i wonder if she was hot? hmm.

too bad i couldn't have sex with her even if she was. stupid societal incest rules!

tonight josh is having a party at his apartment, so i am going over there to get drunk and hit on girls. the only problem is, i don't think there will actually be any girls there. or that's how parties always turned out at that apartment when i lived with josh.

oh! lady godiva's husband was a bigwig head councilman. i guess that makes her riding naked on horsies cause for fame right there!

i wish stuff like that happened more often these days.

love,

scott.