we watched a taped marathon of the manor house yesterday, enjoying how completely into things everyone got, especially the master of the family & the butler. i mean, forget about prisoners & guards, psychology one oh one (101) students, police & thieves joe strummer. so that was awfully swell. i went on a mission to get grape juice for jenny (aka the saddest girl in the world) to mix with gin; then eventually jenny (aka the cutest girl in the world) & i gambled for clothing while listening to eminem. one thing then led to another. basically we live the faerietale romance you always wished you could have but everyone pragmatic said was a fable. call me aesop. then i was too tired & drunk for sex? i'm a fucking loser.