my mom is one of the most frustrating people on the planet. easily.

i now have a place to stay in june (that isn't my mom's house). score.

i had a dream last week (or maybe the week before, doesn't matter) about pink. yes, the pop diva. no, i don't like her music. yes, she is quite the tasty morsel. in the dream she wanted to have sex with me. i didn't want to, until she told me that she didn't shave. then i was all for it. we didn't actually have sex. i woke up before that.

the point is...ok, there wasn't a point.

but isn't that just wacky? crazy? quirky?

no? nevermind.