What a weekend! Friday, Leslie and I hit the town together.. old school style. Just me her, and some drinks. I ran into a friend of mine at Betsy's Bar and partied with her friends for a good few hours. We decided to stop by one of my favorite bars Whisky Bar to have a couple of drinks. It was dead so we headed back the BB for last call. Last call ( Read more... )

after I dropped Nia off at the airport, I returned home to get some more sleep. At around noon I finally fell back asleep and my dreams were not in the least bit normal. Troubling, actually. I dreamt that a man was trying to kidnap me and make me his wife. Our dog Ringo was there, and he is a harmless fun-loving Beagle. I tried to escape several ( Read more... )

My dreams have been so chaotic lately. The one thing I have never really liked about my dreams is that they aren't fantasy like. They are reality based and sometimes produce major de-ja-vu.

Last night we were going to watch the fireworks, but it was raining. I blame it on the terrorists trying to stamp out our holiday. America... FUCK YEAH!