I think it'd be easier to GIRP into Mordor.

I just finished Virgin Suicides a few days ago. A few days before that it was Young Adult Novel (by Daniel Pinkwater). I'll probably finish Perks of Being a Wallflower tomorrow.

Next I think I'll read The Price of Salt, which I heard influenced Lolita. So I'll read Lolita after that.

I was off on Friday. I don't have to go back to work until Thursday. It kinda feels like spring break, which is really nice. K-Swiss is off, too. Last night we watched Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. We played a drinking game: a shot every time someone goes invisible. A sip whenever someone gets beheaded or insulted. We also did a shot for Boromir. We also sipped a lot, indiscriminately. We got pretty drunk. K-swiss fell asleep and I got on video chat with some reddit friends. I got a little drunker and went to sleep.

Today I've been lazing around the house. I was a little hungover today. I would just lay down and nap or read in whatever room K-Swiss was in. It has been a nice day. I really like being with him, even if we're just in the same room and not doing the same thing.

That's why I'm kind of glad that, at least for the weekend, I have him to myself. Starting tomorrow Ray will probably be over a lot, though. Watching Star Trek: TNG and playing Secret of Mana.

I will probably stay in my room, read and play video games and chat with my friends online. Sometimes when Ray is here, I feel like a teenager. I go downstairs for food and bring it back to my room. I stay in my room. Ray makes me uncomfortable, but he is K-Swiss's best friend. I don't mind too much. K-Swiss knows, and understands. Ray just don't understand me.

Ray dosen't think I'm a nice person because I don't want to have these in depth, intimate conversations with him. He got really drunk and was asking me about it. He had asked me to come sit on the porch and talk with him while he had a smoke. I didn't want to, but I did anyway.

I told him that I don't have those kind of conversations with anyone, not really. Just K-Swiss, I guess. He asked if I was willing to try, willing to try to have those conversations with him, try and tell him about myself, my desires, who I am.

I said no. I don't want to. Not with him, not with anyone. That's not who I am. He said, basically, that you can't live like that, not letting people in. I don't like to have those kind of intimate friendships, though. K-Swiss understands. He tried to explain it to Ray, but Ray doesn't get it.

I don't really give a fuck.

Anyway, I haven't put pants on in 30 hours. I'm going for a record.

Do you have any book recommendations?