peanuts and crackerjacks

is behind home-plate where the best seats in the game are? 17,000 for one ticket. eek.

oh right. i think one thing and type another. george eliot is not a dude?! penname. i was reading about her on wiki last night as well. john wilkes booth: tragedian? looks like he took his craft too seriously. it sounds a little too much like julius caesar- the co-conspirators, the assassination. his father's name was junius brutus booth. et tu?

so drab's leaving for japan hmm? that fucker better send me a postcard from japan (and not a japanese postcard from TN) like he promised. might have to rely on B-米 or jalto if he fails.

speaking of blondes, i had a gay-straight dream, or a straight-gay dream last night. i decided to switch pillows since my upper back has been hurting from sleeping on such a firm mattress. i can't switch out the mattress, so i improvised. and what do i get in return? ANOTHER sex dream.

there were two guys, a blonde and a brunette. i think the brunette wanted to go after sarah michelle gellar, a blonde (?), and he didn't know how to approach her. so the blonde friend recommended that he go see a hypnotist to help him with that. it seems that the hypnotist got both of them, as you will find out later on.

the scene jumps to a club where "the beat is rockin'" and in the crowd, the brunette is waiting for someone. out of nowhere sarah michelle gellar rushes to the front of the line and demands to be allow to cross the velvet rope immediately. the two suddenly spot each other and grin.

the next scene jumps to a long mahogany dinner table, and the brunette's eating sarah michelle gellar out! AH! she's enjoying it. he's enjoying it. but then the hypnosis starts to wear off.

"something's not right here," the blonde says. he's eating her out, but it doesn't feel like being eaten out. a little later, the hypnosis wears off, and sarah michelle gellar turns out to be the blonde friend from before. and the vagina, in gross detail, magically transforms (through modern-day cinematography/digital editing) into a penis, in gross detail. so there's a blonde guy sprawled out on the table and the brunette actually giving him a blowjob. in even grosser detail, my dream lens zooms in on the brunette, who continues to lick the head even after the veil is lifted.

ugh, who needs porn when i'm essentially mindraped every night? i'm going to finish timequake- 24 more pages. arrivederci.