On Wednesday I had a slumber party with my mom, brother, and the baby. We had stuffed shells and watched Mythbusters and made hor doerve's for this thing my mom's doing... It was a blast. But I couldn't sleep all night b/c I was afraid of crackheads showing up.

I lately hooked up (via myspace) with an old friend from highschool. He's a DJ now and just as fucking funny as I remember. He always wants to hang out all of a sudden b/c he's fresh out of rehab and loves that I'm sober. It's annoying that he can't go to bars, but I guess it won't kill me to find other things to do. Last night we went to El Chihuahua which was especially disgusting and then got ice cream. He was super pissed that I wouldn't stay up to watch the Pop Culture Trivia World Series, but I'm too pissed that I'm not a contestant to watch it.