Chicks auditioning to be models are checking out my muscle cleavage

I had 2 dreams last night: 1) A darker dog who knew how to high-five found a playmate in a lighter dog. 2) I was in an episode of Degrassi and Spinner accidentally spilled his pet fiery ants everywhere. We had to find them all, but if we stumbled onto and huge bugs, we threw those into the BBQ. End of dreams.

I walked by an open modeling audition at the mall. It's a good feeling when a couple of chicks who are supposed to be auditioning to be models are the ones checking me out. I then flexed my pectoral muscles revealed by the deep v-neck of my Twilight shirt.

I randomly miss Georgia from Hot Topic (the original "substitute" in my database for whenever Jazz isn't woking at Red Robin), so I fired up the porn, tracked down her ancient Myspace since I couldn't find her Facebook (probably under a new alias), and busted a #3 to her.

I ended the night by helping mommy at the laundromat.