Ooh, the serotonin in my head

I had a dream that I was back in high school, but somehow able to magically transform my long hair into an illusion of shorter 1950s style hair with gel. End of dream.

I caught last night's episode of WWE RAW on Youtube.

Walking by Hot Topic, the manager was hanging clothes when she saw me, smiled, and waved. I smiled and waved back. Ooh, the serotonin in my head. I had a boner. Her smiling and waving at me is in my database.

Mommy and I ate dinner at Rubio's. Lizet was working, though I'm reminded again that she looked more jackoffable in her original black hair color instead of this reddish brown that she's still trying to pull off. That chick Olivia who checks me out was working as well, though I'd still need lots of alcohol before I'd hit it just to be nice. (But on the bright side for her, there are chicks with whom even alcohol consumption isn't possible to reach a level of beer goggles.) The cashier was Fredy.

I went to the gym late at night. Victor was working out as well.