i had a really weird dream this morning. i forget who the guy was, but basically, we were talking, and then, he stuffed a thin tube of caulk down his penishole (OUCH). there was a great big calendar on the wall, and the gist was that he had to squirt the blue gunk from his schlong onto the days on which he was going to have sex with his wife. and on this month, he planned on humping her every single day, so he proceeded to spew forth the stuff all over the entire wall. it was nuts. i mean, wtf? where did i get the inspiration for this completely bizarre dream?
last night, i watched _america's got talent_, and i was very impressed by the taubl family. they're this hick family of musicians (two parents and lots of kids), basically like the von trapps from _the sound of music_ with a harp and other string instruments. i expected them to do a lame bluegrass song or something, but instead, they performed rihanna's _umbrella_. it was daring and pretty fucking brilliant. other than that, the performances were really lame. but i hope the taubl family makes it through and continues to surprise.
fyi, my mom is going to be 58 in two weeks. my dad is like 4 months younger.
yeah, i would LOVE to visit the jameson factory in ireland. jameson is my drink of choice, although lately, i've been drinking bushmills more because more places carry it. bushmills is a little bit smoother than jameson, but i have an emotional connection to the latter because it was the first whiskey that i really started drinking regularly. my very first whiskey ever was wild turkey, my sophomore year, and that was some disgusting shit. i didn't touch whiskey again until an indian friend of mine suggested it while we were in japan, and he was the one who introduced me to jameson. i bet the factory has some varieties of the stuff that are hella tasty; i can't wait!
i finally joined vox today in order to continue reading re:ignite's blog. she went private, which i think is a good idea. i'm having server space issues on my own webhosting service, and if i have to change servers, i think i might just move to vox. and i might go private, too. but the thing is, i really like having all of you readers, and i would hate for you guys to have to sign up on vox to continue reading and post comments. hm. but privacy is a good thing, especially with the stuff i write about. what do you think?
man, i am burping up garlic right now, and i've been doing so for the last couple of hours. they must have really put in a lot of the stuff in the jun pad poo i had for lunch. (i am not complaining; i fucking love garlic.) i took I there for lunch today, and he got it as well. i am the ambassador of jun pad poo! but never, ever get it there at that thai restaurant on murphy street (not thai basil). their jpp is horrible. btw, since i love garlic so much, how is the stinking rose in SF? is it worth going to? what's their best dish?
re: basketball and posting up. if the short guy was in front of me, couldn't my teammates just lob the ball over him to me, giving me an easy layup? i never understand why people don't do that more often in NBA and college games when that happens.
graceH sent out a birthday celebration evite for nelson for this sunday. apparently, we're going to raid his house during the 49ers game (nelson's a die hard niners fan) and get him drunk while he watches the game. hehe. i said that we should give him a hangover by the time dinner rolls around. it'll be weird, though, to drink during the afternoon. i don't remember the last time i did that. once, for a stanford football tailgate, i had a lot of tequila, and i was drunk before the game even started. i was in a full-blown hangover by halftime, and i just felt awful and shitty for the second half. i think it was all that sun exposure that sped up the process and dehydrated me. ick.
i went to see my psych today. i told him that my tics are a little worse, most likely because i cut my dosage of haldol and benztropine in half. right now, i can live with it, and the reason why i did it in the first place was because i didn't want to be so medicated. but if it gets any worse, i might go back to my full dosage. i had to get more refills this time because my UK trip will take me past two months until my next visit.
after i talked to him, i went to the receptionist to pay, and she was on the phone, apparently with her optometrist's office. she was visibly upset with them, and she told them that after she picks up her glasses tonight, she will never go back there again because of this and that, including rude service and stuff. finally, she hung up on them in a huff. hm. i think she should have picked up her glasses first and them go off on them, just in case they fuck with her glasses or something. sort of like how you complain to a restaurant *after* you get your food in case they give you "special sauce."
speaking of special sauce, how to male porn stars have so much spunk? i mean, some of them seem to have gobs and gobs of spooge when they come. it's quite amazing. and they can shoot it quite far, too. they must hold back as long as they can so their contractions are super-strong. i've shot it into my girl's hair maybe once or twice, but those were very rare occasions. how does the body know when to stop producing semen? there must be a point where halts production until there is expungement, and then it starts up again. the mechanism seems a lot more complicated than a girl's, where it just releases an egg once a month. hm.
ok, i gotta go home now. my mom has a deep chest cough now. i hope it's not bronchitis or anything.