another day, another dollar or so. it's pretty horrible when i actually leave on time and i feel like i might get in trouble for it…like i'm sneaking out early or something. i've gotten to the point where i work two hours late almost every night without even thinking about it.

but fuck it…i wasn't doing anything but shitting around on aim for the last hour of my day, anyway. so i left.

last night scott and i were talking and we realized that we've survived living with each other pretty well. i think we actually enjoy it, most of the time. i asked him what he was gonna do while i was gone on tour, aside from feeding the cat. his answer:

"have tons of chicks over and have a salad tossing party."

this was, of course, a joke. but see…scott didn't know what "salad tossing" was. he thought it was just another reference for oral sex. when i told him, it went a little like this (please forgive me if this is vulgar)…

scott: it is not eating butthole.
me: dude. yes it is. look it up on the internet.
scott: but you said you love to toss salad!
me: no no no…taco salad. different thing all together.
scott (after finding the definition online): christ! it is eating asshole! that's gross!
me: told you, dude.

and that's how our evenings go…

oh yeah…i came home and scott bought me a bass (that i have to pay him back for). he's a pretty cool guy, for a salad tosser.