TODAY.

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I went to Portland today with Kira Marsh, we walked around aimlessly, and talked about random stuff. I was really interested to hear about all of the pagan stuff that Kira's been up to. And I always had her pegged as such a goddamned Christian. But she's not. Actually at one point I asked her what she was exactly and she said she doesn't like having a set label, as it confines her too much. I agree with her when she says that organized religoin makes her uneasy. There was this amazing India Festival that we stumbled upon in Pioneer Square. It was really, really fucking cool. And a huge throng of Indian people enveloped me. I love Indian people. They're so beautiful. Especially the women. Just the whole culture and style of dress and music. AAAAGH! It was good fun. We then went for sushi up near Lloyd Center, after which hoofing it back to downtown to see The Island. The Island pissed me off with all of its random product placement (NO LESS THAN 13 ADVERTS!), but other than that it was a very good/decent action movie. And Scarlett Johansenn is hot... So I was told. And so I know to be true after watching The Island. Merh.

But hanging with Kira was a lot of fun. She's a cool girl. And we had a bitchin time.

Then I hung out at Denny's with Ally Owens, where I met Sunshine and Kyle and where Anthony gave me a free French Vanilla Capuccino for taking so long when I ordered my slice of lemon meringue pie. This made me happy. Ally and I sat around for a long time doing nothing, I learned I had a secret admirer (some crazy old guy who tried to pay his check three times) and then when we finally left and I tried to pay for my pie, Anthony wouldn't let me cuz he took so long. Awww! Looks like I have two secret admireres.
I finally wrote in my journal I've been lugging around. Yay.

I bought a pack of Kools tonight. [sigh] I'm weak. Yeah all of you were right, shut up. But I'm only going to smoke when I'm in the smoking section of Denny's. This I've already decided. And after sex. I'll always smoke after sex. But no other time! Oh, and when I'm drunk. Or high. Or rolling. Oh fuck. I'm stupid. I'll renounce the whole "I'm quitting" thing. But seriously, I'm not going to do it any other time. I like smoking, but I don't like being addicted to it. So I'll treat cigarettes like cigars. It's a compromise, I know. But life is about compromise. And I don't care what any of you say. I'm just not a quitter, ok?!
Off that topic, my coldsores are finally subsiding. I started this new antiviral medication that really seems to be helping. Huzzah for that. At least I can talk again. I hated being forced into silence. I mean, I'm silent enough as it is. I don't need to not talk *ever*.

Oh, and about my HIV test. The result came back negative (normal). I'm so special.

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