and now for a few things.

last night i had a series of three dreams. some weird, a couple cool.
dream #1) I went to a HUGE party a brendan's place. His parents went all out for this party: baseball diamond, pool tables,...they even bought like 200 lbs of snow and had it shipped over so we could have a snowball fight. We all ran around and had a good time, and ate, and drank beer, and it was awesome. There are other parts to this dream that made me happy too, but i'll save those details for later.

dream #2) so i was chilling at a friend's place..i dunno who it was...a generic friend. Anyways, it was a nice ass house, and they even had a maid. Anyways, the mom was hitting on me nonstop, and I was like WTF. Anyways, i kept telling her to leave me alone, and all of a sudden she came back wearing all white, and she hella lost it. She was like cussing me out and shit. All of a sudden, the maid drives her ghetto ass car into the living room, and gets out. The fucking car is covered in roosters and chickens and shit. She gets out and puts this big piece of paper over the trunk and starts writing this letter to her mom and dad about how she's gonna take the mom and the animals and move away to take care of the crazy mom. Turns out she's the mom's sister. While she's writing this letter, this cheesy ass music comes on like we're in a movie. The whole time i'm thinking, this is fucking stupid. Meanwhile, the roosters keep trying to get off the car, so i keep grabbing them and throwing them back on the car, but they try and scratch me with their claws, those fuckers.

dream #3) I was in japan, and I went to this bar to meet up with my brother and some of our friends. BTW, for some reason, in this dream, we're all like yakuza or something. Anyways, they're sitting in the back of this bar, and this particular bar has a bunch of benches lined up instead of chairs. So i step over people to get to the group, and this guy is sitting right next to the group, so i ask him to scoot over a little so i can sit next to my peoples. He looks at me and says in japanese "what?". So i say to him again, can you scoot over a little bit so i can get in? He smirks and rolls his eyes and does nothing. So then i realize what i have to do..which is knee him in the face, and punch him again and again and then throw him out of the bar. It was actually kind of fun. Then i sat down and we had a drink and watched some TV.

now for something completely different:

why is everyone making such a big fuss over this "million little pieces" book. So the guy lied. You think he's the first author ever to lie in his writing??? you think that every single non-fiction is the absolute truth??? FUCK NO. Futhermore, was it a good book? From what i've heard, it IS. So if it's a good book, who GIVES A SHIT. And why are giving a fucking author such a big bitch-slapping for lying when our fucking government, who has a much bigger impact on our daily lives than a single author, lies to our faces every day and no one criticizes them in the least? Jon Stewart said it's because he made people in our country read something when they didn't have to. hahaha.

People are stupid. I rest my case.