my girlfriend told me today that she hid the last piece of cake in the bottom drawer in the bathroom, underneath the lost socks.

that must be some good cake.

just thought i’d share this impressive bit of guitar playing.

dear random spam mail, thank you for the wonderful post title!

anyhow, the gf sent me this via email and puppies win the internet:

THE WAY YOU SLEEP…..

After 4 beers….

After 2 glasses of wine….

After 3 Kamikazes….

After 2 bottles of wine (shared of course)….

After too many Margaritas….
(Note how the head must be restrained to prevent it from exploding)

After 2 bottles Jack Daniels ….

a man close to my extended family committed suicide this past week. i don’t know all the details, or even all the truths- but ‘word on the street’ is that he was involved in some shady dealing that were in being investigated by the FBI. i met the guy only once, but i can’t help but feel bad for those that lost a loved one.

every coin has two sides, though, and i also can’t help but note that society again demonstrates how it’s not afraid of doing wrong, but instead fearful of getting caught doing wrong.

wrap your noggin around that one.

today was glorious in it’s absolute lack of anything interesting happening.

i’ve always been able to remember my dreams when i wake up. the ones i had in the middle of the night, and the one i was having just before i woke up. further, if i wake up from a dream to a ringing phone, i can generally fall back asleep and the dream continues- assuming i’m not kept awake too long. most of my dreams are lucid as well, but i think that’s getting a bit off topic…

recently, i will spontaneously recall dreams throughout the day while wide awake. and the dreams i remember during the day seem old. like it was a dream i had a month ago, or even a year ago. this doesn’t happen every day, or even every other day, but it is happening with increasing regularity. what comes back to me during the day is more like a picture than the whole dream… but maybe more like the cover of a book than a picture. i suddenly remember the cover, open the book it’s attached to, and *poof* the entire dream is there.

i spent almost an hour today searching the internet to find a name for this. no luck, though.