Sunday, August 7, 2011

Crepes are back in the buffet at the Hilton

I didn't feel like driving to the beach in Santa Monica for today's special Gymnastics class.

I stopped by the place where I practice guitar. The violin teacher was selling 8x10's of herself. She can sing, but her songs suck. As I've said before, she's plain looking most of the time, but she's a cougar and a musician. She's renewed in the database.

At the mall, Faith was working at Brookstone. She's renewed in the database. My stalker wasn't working at Hot Topic, so I walked inside. I was greeted at the door by that chick Ciera, whom I'm not attracted to, but had a dream anyway that she was orally copulating me. Don't ask why.

The jackoffable chick was helping in handing out Communion at the afternoon mass in Church.

Mommy and I ate dinner at the Hilton. The last time we were there was for mommy's Birthday. I lost count at five plates. The waiter Michael remembered us as always. Highlight: Crepes were finally back for the first time since 2009! (See entry 12/3/09.) The habiscus tea was all right. I almost died trying to finish my last piece of red velvet cake, some German chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream topped with whatever I saw.

I went to the gym late at night: Squats, lat pull downs, rows, pec flies, shoulder flies, and bench presses.

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