California Dreamin'.

"One of the most adventurous things left for us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams."

I've been having some crazy dreams as of late. I'm not sure what the hell's going down, but my God, these make for amusing conversations. I wake up, and I can't even comprehend why I would dream such craziness. Not only are they crazy, but I pretty much remember what happened throughout my whole dream. That never happens. Very rarely do I remember what happens. Like last night, I dreamed that I was in the Senate, and was pushing for a bill, where underwear was illegal. And the night before, I dreamed I was friends with someone, that I would never befriend. Ever. Apparently I killed their fish, and almost killed this person. And was generally upset when I found out they were dying. Hmmm, the rest is kind of a blur now.

I missed the Super Bowl. Which is well, okay. What I really wanted to watch, which I'm pissed that I missed, was the half time show. Prince and Stevie Nicks. What a kick ass show, and I miss it. Oh well, thank God for youtube. I wish I were in Miami though. I really need to make it a point to visit my slutty pop. He's rather a manwhore. Or I like to think he is. Makes him more colorful as a person. Which he is. But I seriously doubt it now. He learned from his infidelity. I think. Once again I hope so. He's such an adulterous slut. HAHA. Anyway, now that I went from the Super Bowl to my grandfather's moral choices...what am I thinking. He's like 75, I bet he's someone's sugar daddy. He so fits the mold. Speaking of Sugar Daddy's. I want one...

I want more than ever to be in Cali at the moment. Can't wait for March. We're gonna tear that place up...until then...peace out bitches.