January 21st, 2001:

Going out to The Church with Jaclyn, Brad and Gwen. Heh.

Anyone have a spare dog collar I can borrow? Spikes? Fish net stockings?

Wish me luck.

Going to Saltgrass with Tom.

Jimi Thing by Dave Matthews is officially my favorite song right now.

Last night, around 6pm I went over to the house at which my mom Nanny’s two kids. The youngest of the two kids, named Alexander, is 11 years old and in a band called “The ‘Lil Oh Jays”. His band was “opening” for a high school band called the “Oh Jays” (one of the kids in the “Oh Jays” is the brother of one of the kids in the “‘Lil Oh Jays”) as a small show taking place in the garage of one of the friends of the band. I went to the show in support of Alexander. These kids are incredibly cute, not to mention a bit warped.

Please download their song, Weenis Japanenis and then visit their website and comment in their guestbook. Let them know that Daniel sent you.

Although Alexander was not too excited about the fact that my Mother, Father, and his older (14) brother were there… I think he really appreciated the fact that I was. I think it made him feel good because, although I was older than anyone else there (not counting my parents) I am not so old that I was “uncool”. After they finished playing, I went back to the house with my mom. When I left, I stopped by the show again, to talk to Alexander. Because of the “Oh Jays” the “‘Lil Oh Jays” have access to recording equipment (hence the mp3 above). I wanted to ask him to put me on his list to get a CD from him. He was sitting up in front of everyone, watching the “Oh Jays” play. I squeezed my way through the small crowd and knelt down beside him and yelled in his ear asking if he would put me on the list. He smiled and nodded and said “oh yeah” in that damn-I’m-cool kind of way. “I’ve got you first on the list,” he said. I smiled, said thanks, and squeezed my way back out of the crowd.

Went to a party that consisted of Brad and Gwen’s friends. What a very interesting evening.

We played drinking games, at first. Everyone was very nice, and very accepting of new people. I was happy about this.

Then we started playing games I didn’t even play when I was younger. Like “Truth or Dare” and “Spin the Bottle”.

To make a long story very short, I french kissed a girl I didn’t know, saw more girls sucking other girls boobs than I ever thought I would in one evening, saw more penis that I ever thought I would in my life, stuck my dick between my legs and danced like a little girl, and learned a nice new term: mushroom caping.

Outside of the absurd nature of it all, I would have to say I had a good time, and certainly would not pass up a chance to hang out with that crowd again.

But, for now, I am exhausted. I need sleep.