I had a weird dream last night that my friends were riding in a SUV while a couple of guys and I hung onto the back of it. I think we were being chased. I carefully climbed around to the side where Judy opened the window and I swung in, Parkour style, and sat next to her and Mark's cousin Jessica. Sometime later, I was being confronted by girls, I think all of them Asian. JeAnn, Stefanie's cousin, was among them. But one of them said something to me that prompted JeAnn to defend me, I guess because in real life she had a crush on me. End of dream.
Playing Flamenco guitar is slowly starting to get easier again as my nails grow back. Same song as last time, Paco de Pena's En Las Cuevas. I can't believe it's eight pages long.
I carried my guitar around with me at the mall as a chick magnet. My stalker wasn't working at Hot Topic, which means I walked inside today. Good news: The new CM Punk shirts have arrived. Bad news: They only received them in sizes XL and larger, and inexplicably too many of them. Basic concept of supply & demand: So if enough fat people don't buy them, the store might not even bother getting them in regular sizes. Boo.
Good news: So while walking around sleeveless at the Americana, carrying my guitar, a cute chick walking with another cute chick groped me. Bad news: They looked like they're in high school.
I returned later to Barnes & Noble and was almost done reading American Gods as I had only nineteen pages left ... and cockblock! The store closed before I could.
I wasn't in a hurry to go home since WWE Smackdown aired live last Tuesday, though I have yet to catch it on Youtube. But I fired up the porn. Due to a drought in the database lately, I just busted a #3 to Allie, who works at the front desk at the gym.
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