Thursday, November 26, 2009

Talked to Michael; he was watching Who. Mixed a cd, and burnt it. Mark stopped by to make sure there were no hard feelings, but when he did the dead animal smell got in my room (GROSS); I sprayed some after shave scent when he'd left my room; didn't think it would ever get to Mark (Sorry Mark). Got my stuff together while the disc burnt, and heard Mark yelling about something upstairs followed by his door slamming - I really didn't think the smell would get to him as I'd only left my door open a crack (AGAIN - BIG SORRY!!!) - Now I'm collecting the disc and heading out - with my door FIRMLY CLOSED. Love you Mark.

Wish me luck. I'm so fucking hungry. And it's Thanksgiving!

   posted by Bald Jason at 06:47 PM
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