dry dreams

it's funny how dreams work. two nights ago i was at duy's place and he asks me what's up with the ho's (he literally asked me that). i said not much, angela won't return my emails. that's an inside joke but the not much part is true. i might've screwed up there. she was happy to be back in, i prolly could've put it in her pooper. whatever, she was a ticking time bomb. then yesterday evening i was browsing thru myspace and i saw this gal mimi that i had met once or twice in houston thru mutual friends. i requested to add her to my circle and left for the previously mentioned soccer massacre. as far as i know these two are unrelated and unconnected.

this morning i had the funniest dream. i'm eating alone at some sidewalk cafe under an awning. who shows up and sits at the table next to me? mimi and angela. i try to say hello and right away angela starts busting out all kinds of attitude. she's screaming some shit about "cheating bastard" and the like. i never did, by the way, and am trying to defend myself. there was just a misunderstanding about breakup sex. mimi is trying to remain impartial through all of this. in my dream i'm thinking "sweet, i guess i'm not hitting that..." please, someone ask me about heidi klum and christine vu!