June 2nd, 2002

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Spent the evening at Point Richmond (Richmond) taking pics of puppyduck and some of her fire dancing buddies. Cold and windy. I'm glad I took a sweater, but I wish I would have obeyed my instincts to take my coat, too.

On the way home, I stopped to get some sushi! Yay me! Munching on it now. This fake wasabi is hot. I mean, real wasabi is hot, too, but so is this stuff. I wasn't expecting that of this fake stuff. And they never give you enough soy sauce! Also got some hot and sour soup, and some potstickers. I've been craving for Chinese and Japanese food... just starting with the sushi.
If any of you have ever made tempura, you will understand when I say I'm never making that stuff again. I love it, but never will I make it again. I'll buy it and eat it at the restaurants. Tooooooooooooo messy!
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Had the weirdest dream.
A co worker and I had gone to some kind of mall-type store.
We had each parked our pick-ups in the parking lot backwards, right at the front door.
Jeff doesn't actually own a pick-up, and I don't really hang out with Jeff.
The time of day we were at this mall shopping center was around 2 in the morning, and it was packed.
After hanging out, and not actually buying anything, we came out to discover that some asian gang-banger kid had smashed his truck into the both of ours, and neatly taken off the front ends of them.
In the dream, I never did see his vehicle, because the tow truck company had already gotten his removed, but I guessed it was another pickup, considering the damage ours had. Jeff was real pissed because his truck was only a year old. I was a bit calmer, because the truck in the dream is the same truck I have now, and it's 7 years old.
Still, I'm the one that went after this kid to kick the shit out of him. He was short and skinny, but also buffed.
For some reason, I knew Karate and Kung Fu (giggle).
We couldn't fight right away, cause the cops were there.
I had to call my mom, and wake her up, so she could go get me another truck.
It was a nice looking truck, but after I got it home, I realized it was half a truck.
The cab looked like a truck, but everything ended right after the seats. No back wall, no bed, no back wheels. Just a tail-gate, right behind the back seats. She was able to find a vehicle like this in the middle of the night?

There were other things in the dream, but they were so minor that I'll forget them before I get them all written down.
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Two bowling teams, one of all Blondes and one of all Brunettes, charter a double-decker bus for a weekend bowling tournament in Atlantic City.

The Brunette team rides in the bottom of the bus.
The Blonde team rides on the top level.
The Brunette team down below is having a great time, when one of them realizes she doesn't hear anything from the Blondes upstairs. She decides to go up and investigate. When the Brunette reaches the top, she finds all the Blondes frozen in fear, staring straight ahead at the road, and clutching the seats in front of them with white knuckles.

She says, "What the heck's goin' on up here? We're havin' a grand time downstairs!"

One of the Blondes looks up and says, "Yeah, but you've got a driver!"