today's not turning out to be a good blogging day.
and goddamn this comment spam! i get about 5+ a day now. *RAAR*
anyways, last night, i had a dream i had sex with paris hilton, except that i didn't remember the actual sex. we were talking, and she mentioned how the previous night i had cuddled up against her (in the spooning position), and just went in for a nice warm moist insertion.
i mean, i don't really think she's all that attractive (but on the other hand, i can't stop staring at her sometimes), but she was really adorable in my dream. very articulate, which i highly doubt she is in real life.
there were more details, but i forget the now. isn't it odd how your dream details fade so quickly? i mean, if they're an alternate reality, then shouldn't you be able to form memories that last? *ponder*
by the way, the paris hilton sex video isn't all that. it's actually quite lame, and VERY poor quality i might add, in its "near-infrared" anti-splendor. the only thing that surprised me was that she actually gives head. you'd think that someone so highly sought after (and the fact that she knows that) wouldn't do such a thing... that she'd do none of the work in bed instead.
anyways, i'm tired. having tourette's is a total drain on my energy. and i'm sure anyone with TS would say the same thing. it's like you're expending all this silly unnecessary energy doing your tics, and by the end of the day, you're just... exhausted.
ok. that's it for today.
so what puzzles me (and probably some of you) is why i'm taking a girl out to masa's when i don't even think she digs me all that much.
and my answer is... i don't fucking know.
my apologies for the lack of blogging. after basketball (which i am officially burnt out on), i had a THREE HOUR MEETING, in which i didn't understand anything that was discussed. i hate that!
so! what happened to latoya london? pretty shocking stuff, i must say. i was sure jasmine was going to get the boot... hawaii must have exercised some serious voting power tuesday night.
wow. it's 5pm now. almost time to go home!
so airline tickets to spain/italy (end of august) were booked today by the finance girl at my company. so i guess there's no backing out now! i hope and pray that i'll be less ticcy by the time the trip rolls around. otherwise, i will be absolutely fucked.
and speaking of ticciness, masa's is not set yet. if i'm still in bad shape, i'm gonna back out; i can't deal with having a 3-hour dinner and twitching all over the place among judgmental rich people. :( like, i was watching myself during the meeting today, and i just couldn't sit still during those three hours!
ho hum. that news yesterday of the tourette-curing brain surgery really piqued my interest. i mean, i'm not sure i would go through with it, even if i would have a chance to be totally free of TS. what if i lose my blogging power? my supreme powers of mental focus? my brain hyperactivity? would it be worth it?
but on the other hand, a life of normalcy (free of tics) sure sounds fucking nice.