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Last night was pretty ballin' outta control. Chantelle and I went over to Phoenix's and had a sleepover. We were up until around 4:30-5:00 am talking to random perverts in chatrooms and saying a bunch of fucked up shit like, "I want to hook your nipples up to a car battery and watch you twitch and shit yourself. Then, I want to use your shit as lubricant while I fist myself." Naturally, I was the creative mastermind behind all this business. 'Twas amazing.

Lately I've really been getting into the scores of films. Some of the music's fantastic and completely underrated. So far I've got scores from Big Fish, 28 Days Later, Dreamcatcher, Schindler's List and a few others. They all win.