grey

the other night i had a dream that i was having sex with a guy who kept quoting arnold schwazenegger and wanted me to call him arnie. i moaned, "will you be back, arnie, tell me you'll be back!" and he yelled "i'll be back!"
yeah.

last night i made a silly party fun by talking in an obnioxious southern drawl all night. i refused to pay cover because i was a southern belle and i entertained myself with one of the guys who lived there, saying "oh naaathan, you just have beauuuutiful ha-ir. i think suave is the perrrfect conditioner for you. it just looks so niiiice." he was too drunk to stand and kept saying, "i haven't puked yet, man. not yet." i let him have my seat and sat on his lap screaming my drawl into his ear while he went in and out of conciousness. "oh naaathan, i just luvvvv to eat m an m's when iii'm trippin too. it is soooo niiiiiiiice. heyyy... have you ever sang def lehpard in a souuuthern accent?"
i harrassed some guys from new york and left.

i'm not awake. it's too early to be at the store. an hour too early to be exact and i've already been here for three. time to go sort catalogs. i think you people need to get off your ass and come shopping in richmond. that's what i think.