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I've been wearing purple goggles while driving. I'm hoping it'll scare the fucking assholes during rush hour.

Thought: Why in the hell would anyone else want to read my journal?

Matt arrived at Linoleeum (art Gallery that Todd lives in) at 11:30 p.m. ish and told us his latest ideas on blackmailing Johns (you know, the kind that visit whores). Then his idea about a movie about a black guy that kills some gang leader and has to go underground... at no point do I bother to burst his bubble, "Matt, you're not black, you have no no personal refernce point to write this screenplay.... It's illegal to black mail people, no Matt, they will find you." Then he goes into how he wants to rewire the giant Benjamin Moore sign so it says "Penis Moore." ..... and I looked at the new pants patterns.

I miss Maggie and Mikey (both of them); how did all of my Maggies and Mikeys end up in Florida? Stupid Florida, stealing my friends.

Todd taught Scott to weld last night.. and left his pants open the whole time. Silly boy. He's cute.