Concealer, mascara ... stuff I don't know. But I have to admit, it made me look hot.

I just remembered I had a dream two nights ago that I was grappling with someone and won with an arm triangle submission. I've never tried the arm triangle yet in real life. I had a few dreams last night, but I can no longer remember them. Sometimes they fade away as the day goes on. End of dreams.

Apparently Tito Noel doesn't just do hair, but also makeup. Mommy took the day off and we visited him. When he was done, my face looked like that of a Ken doll, but still heterosexual-like. Barely.

I met the photographer dude in Santa Clarita. The setting was mostly a bridge and some trees. His camera assistant was named Madison. She was above average height for a girl, but shorter than me like cute girls should be. She didn't look like a bottle blond, but I could see her roots, which just means she knows how to bleach her hair moderately. And the wind revealed a nice jagged cut along the bangs. Her white shorts were practically the length of underwear. I almost felt self-conscious doing my 1,000 poses in front of a cute chick and thought, the photographer's doing this on purpose!

PHOTOGRAPHER: I need you to go in the bushes and hold this shade over him.
MADISON: (In a Seriously?! sort-of-way) So I'm in the bushes?

Cute. She's in the database. And now I have new headshots.

Mommy and I watered Alex's lawn. That's her Baptismal godson, which I guess makes us godbrothers.

I just noticed that Dennis recently reactivated his Facebook when he posted a calisthenics Youtube video. He used to work at the Glendale Red Robin before transferring to the one in Simi Valley. Coincidentally, he was in the area paying bills when I saw him visiting his old coworkers at the mall. It turns out that I'm doing everything that he wants to do - for example, B-Boyin' and free-running. (He also said he used to Pop and Lock at Debbie Reynolds.)

RYAN: Are you naked in your [Facebook] picture?
DENNIS: Yeah ... I meant to post the zombie picture instead, but ... I used to do nude photography.
RYAN: I didn't know that.
DENNIS: I didn't tell anyone. But now I guess everyone knows. (In a So what? sort-of-way) It's the human body!

His only former coworkers that are still around are Branden (with an "E," not to be confused with my drinking buddy Brandon) and some other people named Tory and Laurie. Branden used to play piano where I play guitar. I guess I'll have to use Branden to get to Jazz since Jazz has been M.I.A. Actually, befriending Dennis in the first place was part of that contingency plan.

DENNIS: (Referring to the makeup still on my face) Your skin's clearer.

I then saw Helen arguing with her little daughter - "I have no money. Every time we go to the store, you want something!" - but she looked up just to wave at me. I guess motherhood has been stressful as she suddenly has acne. Oh well. She's renewed in the database. It feels good for someone in the database to be able to see me while I still look hot from today's shoot!

I read more of American Gods at Barnes & Noble before calling it a night. I just noticed that all my meals today were from a big bucket of KFC with gravy, biscuits, and coleslaw.