Rumba

I had a couple of weird dreams last night. 1) In real life, last Sunday there was this chick Adrienne who was aight-looking, but I didn't find her jackoffable just because she was overshadowed by the jackoffable blond chick Layla. Well, in my dream Adrienne was laying her head on top of my chest in a pillow-talk-sort-of-way. 2) I was in bar. Garry was there. Walter, who in real life is my best friend who's disappeared off the face of the earth for the past few years, was walking around. And the bartender handed me a business card offering me a job. End of dreams.

After finding a youtube video of her demonstrating some Rumba ballroom dancing, I busted a #3 to that chick Adriana from last Sunday.

I made the most money I've ever made so far at the recycling center. This time I walked in with two bags and came home with $12.85.

I helped mommy at the laundromat and then afterward ate dinner at Outback Steakhouse.