last nite i dreamed there were all these different juices to drink and
i was drinking them all and i woke up and told fil about it and he
said that’s a good dream. i dream about being dehydrated a lot. one
time i dreamt i was in pizza hut chugging an entire ghetto pitcher of
ice water.

i hate waking up after those dreams and going all the way to the
fridge and being so tired and thirsty and it’s such a struggle just to
pour water and when you drink it it’s way less satisfying than in your
dream because in the dream you’re like princess strawberry and there’s
beams of light all around you and magical faeries hover and tell you
how amazing you are and everything is lush and beautiful but then you
are awake and your hair is fucked and you’re standing scrawny-legged
in the kitchen with your underwear in your ass and every task is
impossible and you’re like holy fuck water get in my mouth.

my stories are the best.

we didn’t go to see apostle of hustle last nite. i rode around in my
brother’s new car. then rented motorcycle diaries. i helped aimee
bottle wine and felt like a scientist. by the end of the film i
couldn’t read the subtitles anymore because i was slopped and
everything turned japanese and i said ok lets go to bed and went
unconscious immediately.

we’re going to see the french kicks and calla tonite.

i’m reading villa incognito by tom robbins right now. he writes about
these made up animals called tanukis that have big testicles and they
fuck human girls. it’s pretty good.