I had a dream last night that I was beating up my mommy's sister, who in real life is a lifelong arrogant, ignorant, and outspoken bully. My subconsciousness rules. End of dream.
I finally made my return to Whimsic Alley after having a dream about it a couple-and-a-half weeks ago (see entry 6/17/11). I haven't been there in over a couple of years as my last visit precedes this blog. Whimsic Alley is a shop specializing in Harry Potter replicas. Last time I was there, it was in Santa Monica. It has since moved - or apparated, as it appropriately like to say - to downtown LA. And it looks more awesome. I bought a Gryffindor robe, accurate to the ones worn in the films.
I was able to attain whiskey dick after finally finishing the bottle of vodka mixed with some red energy drink that cousin Kristian gave me a couple of weeks ago (see entry 6/25/11) followed by a couple of the Sam Adams Summer Ale that Heather bought me for her party last Saturday (see entry 7/3/11). I busted a #3 to my old high school classmate Celeine, whom I saw sometime earlier this week at the mall.
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