Straight to DVD Nightmares

So, every now and then on my blog I have done a thing called
Straight to DVD Nightmares
where I would just type out a dream that was a really bad nightmare. When I say bad I just mean it wasn't at all scary but while dreaming it, it felt scary. Hence the name Straight to DVD Nightmares.
If the "nightmare" were to be released as a movie it would go straight to DVD because audiences would most likely complain on it's lack of nightmare factor.

Anyway, last night I had 2 dreams.
One was a true nightmare with disturbing imagery and all around terror.
Totally the real deal.

The other was somewhat scary(to me) but probably not so much to any one else.
I'll type that one out...

Last night I dreamt I was at CVS and felt that it was very important that I buy a pack of gum.
I seemed to be running late to be going somewhere and was worried because on my way to CVS I had tripped over my own feet and accidentally dropped my GPS into a sewer.
I was convinced this would cause me to be late to the place I was already running late to getting too.
Next I was in a very long line.
For some reason everyone in line seemed to be an anorexic.
All of them were wearing Crocs and they all were buying a GPS.
I asked an anorexic girl in front of me in line where she got her GPS
and
she looked at me and yelled,
I got the last one. There aren't any left! That's why I'm an anorexic, because I choose to buy multiple GPS systems even though I never travel!

That was when I woke up.

Have a great weekend!

I feel the opposite of this today:

This was what I had a view of for 4 hours while riding on a bolt bus:


And after awhile of staring at this I thought,
Note to self:
No matter how bored you get. Do NOT make out with the plug. The 110 Volts just isn't worth it.

I didn't realize that the Pyramid Club in NYC had so much history behind it.

Here's some pictures I took after doing some stand-up there the other night:



I didn't catch this guy's name, but he was a good sport and let me take a picture of him:

I think...
my purse:

is a man-purse and I'm okay with that because I really like it.

I ended up doing a lot of writing yesterday.
I had so many ideas and tried to get them all down on paper that it was hard for my pen to keep up with them(yes, I still write with a pen).
Looking at my notebook now, my writing looks like chicken scratch
and
like it was written by a mad woman.
Most of the ideas were stuff from years ago that I forgot to write down.
It's weird how stuff from awhile ago can just pop back into your head and seem to make more sense later.

I was at Trader Joe's earlier buying milk and as I was leaving, a couple of guys who were also leaving looked at what I had bought and said,
Got milk???
and
started laughing.

For some reason I always find it amusing when people make the corny/obvious observation/joke like that.
I think I used to many slashes in that last sentence.

This is how I feel before having a cup of coffee in the morning: