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2003-05-14 - 11:53 p.m. all i wanted was a pepsi - suicidal tendencies i love sara silverman. she rules. i read in the paper today that we (the jury i was on) only took 4 hours to reach a verdict. such bullshit. so, from monday afternoon to tuesday afternoon is only 4 hours long? yeah. okay. whatever, dude, whatever. matt was great, last night. he let me be sad, and cry, and stuff. i just needed to cry, so, whatever. i read in the paper this guy was gonna get like 50 to life. and while i believe that he needs to suffer the consequences of his actions, it still sucks to be put in the position to decide that. that's all. it was never about, "yeah, man, we're gonna nail this fucking guy", or anything like that for any of us. there were no yahoo fucks in that room. end of subject. i'm a little wired. i just put matt to sleep, and i'm post sex euphoric. i haven't been staying up late as of late cuz of the court thing, but, that's no longer an issue. so, i'm probably gonna ramble a lot. quelle surprise. i don't think i mentioned our weekend w/ patches & jose. we headed up there saturday afternoon. i had a kind of sort of panic attack. once we hit the 405, and i headed up the hill by the getty center, and the traffic got very stop and go, i got kinda freaked. i got dizzy, and it got hard to breathe, and i wanted very badly to pull over. matt didn't notice at first, but, when he asked me something, and i couldn't really answer him, he kind of talked me down. even when we got there, i was still pretty tense. but i made matt keep his gob shut. i didn't want anyone paying undue attention to me. whatever. anyway, we went out to o'briens that night. i really like that place. the ultimate neighborhood bar. we had agreed to only stay out til midnight, but, we walked into their apartment laughing our asses off at around 2am.why did we want to be home by 12? cuz we were going to the big 'ol rose bowl swap meet in pasadena. i hadn't been there since i was in high school, and i forgot just how big it was. there was tons of shit everywhere. we got there about 10am, and it was already jam packed. (by the way, if i haven't already ranted about people w/ strollers in any of my previous entries, they need to be shot). it was crowded, and fucking hot, so, by the time we left, i was tired, and sunburned. we had a good time, but, hangover + big-ass swapmeet + hot-ass sun = me being a fucking wreck. i bought a frida kahlo screenprint, and a metal plate with an old picture of a young mexican couple, and a drinking glass from pat collins nightclub in hollywood. does anyone remember pat collins? the "hip hypnotist"? i remember watching her on showtime, i think. very risque. i don't know how i found the glass, but, i was truly stoked. that is now one of my most prized possessions. i'm a freak. we got home, showered, went to see my mom's, gave her her gift, and stayed for dinner. OH MY GOD!! guess what? i fell asleep at my parents, and it was only like 6ish! i remember waking up, feeling matt's hands rubbing my legs, and sort of bolting upright. then i realized where i was, who was around, and stuff, and i got super embarrassed, and then i got over it, and my mom, asking if i was okay. that like never ever happens. i don't just fall asleep like that. i guess i slept for like almost an hour. too much sun. before i go, here's a pic of my dream boy, or, my celebrity dream boy. good morning, yum yum.
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