White is fast asleep. I like it when White sleeps, because sleep is the opposite of chaos.

So, but. I'm at her house, drinking her coffee, eating her pop's salami. I'm going to stay until three, and then I'm going to go home, shaking with caffeine, and record VHI's four a.m. presentation of Music Celebrity Appearances On Sesame Street. And, boy, am I gonna be punchy. When I turned my car off in White's driveway, the tape was playing Pink's "You Make Me Sick"-- and will be again, when I get back in. woo!

I just updated my profile. I'm on my third cup of joe. I talked to Tan-- and she said she's got a hacker friend who can maybe break into the fuman diary.

And I'd read it. I would contemplate the wrongness of doing it, and then I'd ask Tan, "What's the wrongest thing you've ever done?" And she'd tell me, and I'd say, woo, okay then, here we go. And we'd do it.

And the diary would probably belong to some teenie. Some teenie who . . password-protects her diary. No way. Christ, it HAS to be one of the boys. Who else could it be? Chriiis. C'mon, man.

Then, I imagined Tan asking me what the wrongest thing I've ever done is. And I mentally shrugged. I do alot of wrong things-- but, _technically_ wrong? I think I'd say, "well, I once stole some stuff from Goodwill."

So, but. Check out my profile. If I get bored again, I'll be back.

I am in love with you, and this is what it's like.

Alestar,
I could've danced all night.