1. Tuesday, September 10, 2002

    remember when ashley put something in my drink 

    last week to make me fall in love with her? well now im starting to think that there wasnt anything in my drink after all, but it was the drink itself!

    im starting to think that she made me gulp down our old pal Absinthe!

    why? because i have had the most vivid dream lately!!!

    perhaps you dont know me very well, but i have been able to live quite a carefree life, some might say, because i do not have to worry about the burdomesome dreamstate, which, i theorize, is the reason why i look years and years younger than men half my age.

    quick story.

    me and ashley were at the Old Spaghetti Factory and our server looks at my afro and says, “yo, bro, my lil brother has hair like yours. how old are you?”

    i lied, “24.” then asked him to guess ashley’s age.

    “25?”

    we laughed. then i asked the dude his age and he said 36! omg did i ever laugh at the whole scene. what was this guy saying? that i looked younger than 20 year old ashley?

    sometimes its true. and especially since he knew who was in charge of tipping.

    anywho i think the less you dream the less you age. and i dont dream hardly at all. i dont care what anyone says. those studies dont apply to me.

    three nights in a row, however, i have been attacked by dreams. one hit me mere seconds as i fell asleep on ashley’s shoulder. she said, wake up youre missing Glitter! and i was able to tell her this long detailed dream that i had just been victimized to.

    she said, no way you were asleep for maybe 30 seconds.

    so last night i went to sleep around 10:30pm, got way too much sleep, in order to get all those dreams that had obviously accrued from backorder, out of my system.

    maybe the rest of humanity needs these images, i dont.

    my imagination during waking life does me plenty. plus i live in a dreamworld anyway.

    with that said, if those varmits return tonight, i am going to write them down and share them with you.

    maybe.

    in the meantime for those of you who live in LA, Dylan tickets go on sale this weekend for the Wiltern shows.

    p.s. one example of living a dream, is having your favorite rock critic say that she gets bummed when she sees that you havent updated your blog.