Dilated Pupils

I had a weird dream last night that I was in a Professional Wrestling class headed by WWE Superstar Shawn Michaels in presumably his backyard. Local independent pro-wrestler, Buggy, who in real life used to hit on me all the time before becoming a wrestler who had fans made her arrogant, was in the class. The training looked more like an obstacle course. End of dream.

I had my annual eye exam today exactly one month later than when I always have it, that being the first of October.

I had to borrow mommy's sun glasses afterward. I felt like I was stoned or at a rave. Mommy and I ate at Rubio's where upon entering I waved back at a fuzzy shape that turned out to be Fredy. The manager, Robert, was there.

ROBERT: Can you at least see what you're eating?

The customer sitting next to me remarked that, like me, he also just fills up about a few cups of sauce, a different one for each bite.

Johnny called me to ask if I was around the mall because he needed someone to buy his alcohol. By the time I got there, he had already bought food from Waba Teriyaki Grill instead.

RYAN: There's a girl who works there whom I think is jackoffable.
JOHNNY: Yeah, me too!
RYAN: Wait, who are you talking about? In our crossed imaginations, we might accidentally be double-teaming the same chick!

Thankfully, Johnny was checking out someone else who had braces and wasn't working today. Although, it transitioned into the conversation I had with Chad two Saturdays ago about the code regarding tag-teaming a chick. Speaking of which, the jackoffable chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill - who was more jackoffable with blond hair than with her current dark hair - was working today. I'm still slowly getting used to it.

As for business, I ordered new contacts today with my new prescription and then went to capitalize on the 50%+ off discounts at the Halloween store across the street. But in the end, I decided the tie-dye tank top was one size too small. A few from me, though, was this chick, Sarah, who was one year my junior in high school. I think I busted a #3 to her back then. It was nice being able to renew her in the database for the first time in years.

On the crosswalk going back, I passed by the old white man who stood up to the cigarette-smoking, hot-tempered armenian last Tuesday. That guy's my hero. Clint Eastwood would be proud. He was with his girlfriend, an old Filipina lady.

I was able to spot my stalker at Hot Topic from the corner of my eye and then avoid eye contact as I walked by.

It's exactly ten months into the year today. New Year's Resolutions I've accomplished so far:
1) Tried Ballet.
2) Tried Gymnastics.
3) Back into B-Boyin,' or "Break-Dancing" as the media calls it.

Only a couple more to accomplish. Will I make it? Stay tuned.