Monday, September 06, 2004

Went out three times with Ram during the labor day weekend, and two out of three times he was high on pot. So I had to contend with a slow, slurring glassy eyed goofy bag of walking fat with an irristable craving for chocolate and an unhealthy tendency to set things on fire. The bugger kept playing with matches and lighting them while we were quafing down the really nice scotch ale. I was worrying by the time we were finished, the worried looking servers might be calling the police on us. (Didn't happen fortunately)
Not that I minded. Had really good beer and consumed a bonus of really high quality ice cream. The only irritating thing was that the Toberlerone he bought while he was high melted in his pants, so the dollar notes he gave me were all coated with chocolate and his saliva. Stupid bugger.
Had a weird dream yesterday night though. Those would-be psychologists and the like are welcome to analyse this for me. I dreamt that I met this really hippie ang moh who happened to pronounce my first name correctly, who likes to drink good beer, and enjoys sop kambing. Of course, I ended erm, marrying her (to say the least) and get this.. i dreamt that i got pregnant with a pair of twins and i could feel them kicking in my tummy. damn! and in the end I was feeling guilty because I just had 2 pints of scotch and a some really good coffee which, obviously isn't really that good for a fetus. And thats when I woke up. I seriously don't know what to make of it.... Perhaps its the feminine side kicking in? (sheesh)

Am feeling very weird now. someone please tell me what should i make of this dream.

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