Midnight - at Dianna's, Jake, Marty, Jennifer, me, Carl and Maddy 2nd time in a diner today where I feell ike I can't spend money. Rough. I feel like this is a bad idea until I get a paycheck from somebody. The dark eyeliner chick in the booth to the south of us says she loves sex, that it's the most important. We al can't watch things where pain is being inflicted on anybody. I want pie and things that are bad for me. "If you get mozzarella sticks, I'll get western potatoes." You're such a couple. Marty gets a strawberry milkshake. So does Carl. A couple. Complicated like Scattergories. Jake wants to pay for a 45 in quarters at Carl's record store. Carl is now rich working for Louis. Old Cleveland punker with a single dread. His whole head. Pays Carl to digitize old confidential bootleg records from his hay days, seek out information, research old speeches, lotsa stuff. It's Irish month so now we're talking about it. I'm a laughing stock of Scattergories because my entires are obscure. I get made fun of for "Peas" as "ethnic foods"...
I ordered the ketchup... thanks. I will enjoy Maddy's extra packet of maple syrup. The waitress use to stick her hands in "Goobers" as a kid. "Oh the things I used to do to that stuff as a kid" This chicky's the one. "Hey what's up, you guys doing good?" and not in a lesbian waitress at Applebee's kind of way.
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