october 8 - campy
i dreamt that there was a rafael nadal who looked like roger federer, who was my cubicle mate at the office. he was very nice and i kept saying his name rafael nadal, and he didn't mind at all.
in another dream i was friends with supermodels. i had to do some stupid stuffs, initiation-like, they made me do, but i did it anyway because i was friends with supermodels, man. i was accepted.
i'm going to start saying "mother of spice!" (sudden inspiration when i saw rokok gulung melange flavor at giant)(seriously, melange?)
which, also, led me to briefly make up a list of "words" that a dude must know if they want to be my baby(seriously, that was exactly in my head. i am not proud). melange, and, fargorn. and then i remembered even i had to look up fargorn, so that list suddenly dissipated into thin air. uh, heee?
a favorite thing to do today was to sing along to secondhand serenade's fall for you, in the car, penuh perasaan. that song is so campy and so emo-bad, it's good.
finally, i hate that these days all i could think about is why am i still single/i must be a freak to still be single/i'm a weirdo/dude everyone's gotten married. i'm a freak.