dionysian me likes this one better

i have been terribly dehydrated since last night; can't go get a drink of water once the lights are out...afraid of a mouse. lame.

i think i want to get married to the "chef" at our local gourmet burger joint. we made eye contact today when i picked up my order. looked up at him from under my eyelids, i was bold and shy all at once. it was awesome. i almost puked, just like cute little stan. but really...we could have messy tasty veggie burgers with avocado and roasted red peppers and sauteed mushrooms and caramelized onions for dinner every single day for the rest of my life. maybe fries and onion rings on alternating fridays. it would be heaven. and he's hot. (and based on the kitchen party going on last time i visited, also into pretty girl asian chicks). sigh, but a girl can dream...

the bad thing about saying stuff is that you can’t take it back when you screw up

at least it's finally warm enough to walk home comfortably

spending the weekend with one of my heroes. excited and terrified all at once. fun.