The window beckons

When I woke this morning, and got ready for work, I felt compelled to exit via my window again as I had done yesterday. I chose my door instead, and encountered 4 sets of child eyes, all staring at me suspiciously, as if I was a stranger in my own home. I love it when my housemate has guests.

What kind of amused me was that the baby apparently cried during the night, and kept everyone else up. I was surrounded by ocean waves, and slept like a log.

Funny story

As I had mentioned earlier, my bladder was bursting when I woke from my dream. I really wanted to walk to the bathroom naked, without the hassle of putting something on. My plans were altered drastically by the realization that there were guests over, and children, no less. I had spaced that my housemate Kristin was going to have her friend & kids over. So I heard all this kid noise outside my door, and decided I didn’t want to interact with humans just then. My dream was far too fantastic to be ruined by reality. Frantically, I scoured my room for a bottle, and finding one, proceeded to drain the contents of my throbbing bladder into it. There is no word for the relief I felt.

The next quandary presented itself shortly thereafter. I had a 5:00 pm date with a friend, and the time was quickly approaching. My unwillingness to exit my room via my door hadn’t changed. No desire to interact with a bunch of kids (screaming brats) nor the adults connected to them. No offense to anyone. It was a strange mood. I’m still unsure what to make of it. Nevertheless, my compulsion to avoid them was so great that I decided to exit my house via my window. Which I did.

Moral of the story: the path of least resistance often yields an amusing tale.

Dialogue of the day

Me: “Are you outside?”
Nicole Sparks: “I’m in my car.”
Me: “I hear birds chirping.”
NS: “My blinker was on…”

Laughter ensues…

A dream

I just woke up from a dream in which I chased around the streets of the world looking for a pair of blue sneakers to fit my soul mate, who, in this case, turned out to be a platinum blonde whose face I can barely remember. The visuals were stunning – I somehow managed to teleport from country to country, city to city, experiencing the greatest vistas and meeting all my friends along the way. And somehow, it was bloody funny.

Our last exchange before I woke up from a bursting bladder (which I still haven’t emptied), was roughly I follows:

She (smiling): “I want to build a home together, although you’re an ass.”
Me (with a straight face): “Honey, I want to build a home on top of your ass.” (as I hugged her and squeezed her ass cheek)

Quote of the day

“All girls are retarded, it is in our genetic makeup.” – Tiffany Morgan