We Circumcised Boys > you uncircumcised girly men

I had a couple of weird dreams last night: 1) I was UFC fighter Diego Sanchez. I was with Puck from FOX TV's Glee and some other people. I fought off a guy with a fake sword with the finishing blow to behind their knees. Puck didn't approve. 2) I was in the Philippines. Mark said, "Fuck it," as he visited me in my room where I was oversleeping. It looked like the bonus room in cousin Andree's house. Justin and I played cards where the deck annoyingly had inverted cards as well as right side up. I was playing Final Fantasy VII. My agenda was to get the "Knights of the Round" Materia. I was playing with baby niece Maxine and baby niece Samantha got jealous. Even while holding Maxine, I had to take a free fall jump, but she was OK. The dream became a nightmare as I realized I might have forgotten my camera. End of dreams.
We Circumcised Boys > You uncircumcised girly men

Still in a race to revisit past chicks in the database from this past year before the year is over, I busted a #3 to the orange-haired chick whom I nearly mistook as a mannequin at True Religion Brand Jeans, some chick named Angelica from Jolee's class last Friday, Jessica who used to work at American Basics, and lastly Faith who used to work at Brookstone. That should do it. And now "self-celibacy" as I will not have any chance to bust a #3 while staying in the Philippines, for which I leave for tomorrow, due to no privacy in the full house.

I went to the Sport Chalet in Foothill to search for Vibram Five Fingers. Alas, they didn't have the design I wanted in my size. In fact, the employee helping me, whose name tag read, "Nick F," called the nearest stores and they were all unavailable as well. Random note: The employee mentioned he had winter classes at GCC that were cancelled. I remember when that happened to me years ago. I guess GCC never improved.

I was supposed to check out the Capoeira class of the one code-named "Choir Boy," but somebody got major fucked up in a car accident that caused so much traffic that by the time I was back in my stomping grounds, it was more practical to pull over and chill at the mall.

I caught up with Andy at the Hickory Farms kiosk. He asked for my contact info to give me a buzz when I get back from the Philippines.

I got my mommy a pink Sesame Street's Animal one-piece pajama from Spencer's.

I walked into Hot Topic. Some new dude, most likely a seasonal employee, mistook me as having bought my Gryffindor tie from that store when in reality I got it from Whimsic Alley. Nevertheless, he thought I looked familiar. This one chick who's been working there for a while, though I never got her name because I don't find her jackoffable, remarked to him that I'm supposedly there everyday. She must be in cahoots with my stalker.

I traveled west. I parked at the hookah lounge and then across the street cut through the mall as a shortcut to Hooters on the other side to meet up with Mark, Erick, and Erick's friend for all-you-can-eat wings. I had the garlic parmesan wings. Thank God I had cash because afterwards the waitress, as if she had never handled machinery before, took forever to process everyone else's credit cards to the point where they may have rescinded the tip.

Mark gave me a Christmas present. Randomly, Mark mentioned that lately he's been into Brie Olson videos whereas I name dropped Bailey O'Dare. Erick laughed as he had actually seen an O'Dare video.

Cutting through the mall again, I passed by this laser teeth whitening kiosk where the older lady working there was able to tag me as an actor/model.

OLDER LADY: Good. Now that's part of my sales pitch because you have to do it because you act and model.

By happenstance, Candice from Hot Topic and I were crossing the street at the same time. I started with, "Hi," and then let the power of my Gryffindor tie and sweater vest take over ...

RYAN: I'm about to leave town for the holidays for a month.
CANDICE: Where you going?
RYAN: Philippines. Looking forward to get out of this cold. You can walk around in a rainstorm over there and not get sick.
CANDICE: Yeah, everyone's sick around this time, like, "Get away from me!"

Blah, blah, blah ...

CANDICE: Enjoy your trip.
RYAN: Thanks.

She walked into somewhere - I think Coffee Bean. Then I drove down Magnolia Boulevard to visit the one code-named "Choir Boy."

"Choir Boy" just got the movie Colombiana on DVD. He needed help finishing the food in his fridge. He made omelets, though completely forgot he was cooking them when he got distracted as we bragged about how we circumcised boys were superior to any other males. Oh, and the booze - juice & vodka and sangria - was good as well.