i find it more than mildly entertaining that some unwashed miscreants living around the area are boldly setting off fireworks in the far end of our apartment's parking lot right now, even as i type. these aren't just pansy little bottlerockets that go *ping* when you light them-- these puppies BLOW. they are LOUD, and whoever is setting them off has lots of them. what i don't understand is why these reprobates, in the middle of suburban chicago, think that they won't get ratted on by someone. there are plenty of elderly disgruntled apartment dwellers around here, who probably go to bed at 8 and would be more than happy to rid the neighborhood of a couple of rebellious punks. so either they are wanting the cops to come and chase them down, or they are deaf children who just want to see pretty colors.

so the woman of the house is gone for the weekend. the woman i live with, that is. you know what that means, right? it means PARTY. of course, a party for me means jeanna coming over and watching a movie and then falling asleep. but it's a real party tonight, because jeremiah's coming over. he works at blockbuster and is picking us up a little somethin somethin from there and bringing it on over. i think he's grabbing "a walk to remember." i keep hearing that it's great, even from guys, but i haven't seen it as of yet so tonight's the night. i promise neither jeanna nor i will make out with jeremiah. it will be tough, but it takes more than a movie to get any lip from us. i'm not really sure what it would take, actually. i'll have to ask jeanna. jeanna what will a guy have to do before we will let him kiss us? of course i mean "us" as individuals, not as a unit. i think one of the criteria for letting a guy kiss one of us is that he couldn't be kissing the other one too. i know that's kind of a bold statement to make but hell i'm in that firecracker kind of mood. no pun intended.