Gullet Club for the Gravey

Goddamn Destiny, Chapter 2 moved to next post, "Hedgehog's Dillema's Misplaced Title."

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A note from Monte:

Hey! Yeah. So, hi. I haven't said anything much about reality, or those other issues, political ones and weed ones and the nature of all things ones, and stuff like that. Well, sorry about the intangible issues meant for abstract reasoning, can't do those now.

Anyway, not much to say about reality. It's basically the same thing I said earlier, progress of the film, progress of the scripts, progress of real estate, lots of ultimate frisbree, you know, only a week or two or whatever older.

I was supposed to go to the beach today, but it got pushed back a week, to last all of the week after the next. Instead, tonight, I had two parties at the same time... both at six. I forgot, and commited to both. So, one was at my house, which I stayed until it was nicely underway enough to disappear-- (I disappear ALL the time. I have so many friends that have nothing to do with each other, such that it's like, other worlds almost, and I just dissappear from one to the other. I dunno why, I just do that.)--- and reappear, late, to the other party. I stuck with them, and we made plans to have a porno party later on the week, after first meeting for a yuppie lunch date with all sorts of young attorneys and the future political faces of... this state, at least.

I just ate some chocolate cake. With milk. I have this strange carnal rule about drinking things with my meal---it's like, desperately required to have a drink that 'matches' my food; otherwise, I just won't enjoy the food. Like, coffee or ICE COLD milk with pasteries, or red wine with filets, or root beer with pizza or soda with a hamburger or whatever.

And wow, I'm sleepy. Time for sleepin'... Ha.

OH. Right. So, that story, up there. I guess I should put it on my other blog made for that purpose, but... well.. I'll put it on my to-do list. I mean, if I ever bother to do that, too. Man.
Anyway, the story is a thing I won't discuss much, and will just let unravel, and critque is appreciated, and YES, it's all planned out already, and YES, I just lied. So. I dunno.

Wow, I'm tired. I'm not even going to proofread that last paragraph; I hope it came out right. ANYWAY. Goodnight!

It's raining outside.