febo

i am not looking at dinosaur tracks and making faces at giraffes and rhinos as planned. out of money, smokes, soda. dammit.

i think a trip to the hammock is in order.

so i have this dream right before my jurassic wake up call: i'm at target trying to exchange a faulty grill element. they don't want to do it. instead they just wanna give me one of those cages you clamp a burger into so you can flip it w/ ease. i'm trying to tell them that it is useless w/ out fire. they don't believe me. oh, believe me; i took down their dream-names and i will dream-report those fuckers.

what a stupid dream.

also, today is the last day to hang out at my favorite bar w/out working a parking pass. this would be bad news normally but the reason behind needing a pass is the fact that tomorrow the awesomekickassfuckingincrediblecorndogthrowupridefest known as the state fair is starting right across the street from said libation station. and i got a bootleg parking pass. oooh, i can't wait.