I'm feeling so...weird lately.
Tonight is 'bear night' at Touche. I don't get it...some of the hottest guys, in amongst the stinkiest, hairiest, skankiest guys in Chicago, and I can't even get a hello. Unless it's from some guy who looks like he just stepped off the bus from Shady Pines. No thanks.
Last night I dreamt that me and my best friend from elementary school had this really cool old house, and I was hosting a dinner party. At said party, Amy Sedaris (www.jerriblank.com) was there. We were talking about the Strangers With Candy movie, and we were apparently good friends. Everyone was having a great time, laughing, carrying on. Then we went to some sort of play in an auditorium. After the show, we were walking outside when thsi family in a Saturn was run over by a monster truck. They weren't hurt, because the little girl in the backseat was holding a Yankee Candle jar. I even said "Wow, it's a good thing you had that Yankee Candle!" Amy and I laughed about that for a long time, then we were eating a burrito at El CHorrito.
How fucked up am I?