2002-11-17 - 6:05 p.m.

Damn that was a good party. I really needed that.

Went with the Roommate--talked with the (ex), wore a funky gorilla paw glove, danced with several hot boys to pre-creepy Michael Jackson, got tanked, got a ride home, and had my first overnight guest in the Cosby Brownstone (he got brand new sheets--fresh out of the package--at 4:30 in the morning, and iced coffee in the afternoon).

Didn't worry about anything.