Yeah, I'm talking about the cologne. It smells like high school. I didn't even know they still made that stuff. So 80s!
And today, for some unknown reason, my jacket smells like it's been washed in cologne (but not Polo). It's really obnoxious. I wish I'd noticed before I wore it. At least it's not Polo.
I don't understand the bank. When I call for my balance, it's never quite right.
Yesterday it said I had like $300, and today it says I have like $500, which is what I thought I should have. But what will it say tomorrow? Will it say I'm overdrawn? I don't know whether to order stuff off the internet or not!
OK, I almost forgot this. Last night I had two dreams. One was kinda scary
. There was like this YMCA place, but it was cheaper, maybe YWCA or something. And I was there with Holly and a friend of mine (who I don't really know in real life but who resembled the woman in this userpic) was there with her really young children. One of them was a baby and one was like 4 or so. So, we're going to do something cool at the Y, but then we notice something weird is going on. So, we put the kids in the day-care and go to investigate. Bad move, because they were kidnapping! And to fake us all out they were replacing the children with dolls that resembled them. So, we freak out, and Coffee (I dunno what her name is, but that's her name in the userpic) ran to go to the police, but she was apprehended by the bad guys. I tried to stop them but by the time I got there they had kidnapped her and were driving off in a truck. I yelled out "I'll get the kids out!" and ran back in to find them. I found Holly OK but she was very very scared, and then I woke up.
The other one was pretty amusing
. I don't remember exactly the situation, but I was having a bit of an argument with valamelmeo
because we were supposed to go to a fancy party but she was all nervous like "This dress isn't nice enough! I don't know anyone else there! I can't dance! What if the food sucks and I have to sit by a nerd!" So I kept having to argue with her so that she wouldn't chicken out of going. And her dress kept changing colors. First it was white, then red, then she hated the red, so it was black, then she thought she looked like she was going to a funeral, then it was green. I don't think I was really dressed up at all. I was wearing work clothes or something. Something boring. I dont' recall it changing colors. I dont' know if she ever decided to go or not, because I woke up.
I guess I'm done now.