Wasn't sure whether I should title this journal that, or "Boys, Boys, Boys!" (another song), because the weird dreams are only 1/3 of it.

As an aside, how I love my laptop! I can do this, be on instant messenger, watch TV, upload photos, listen to online radio, and cook, all at the same time!

Anyway, let's get this show rolling.

WEIRD DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS

You should be careful of what you do (not just what you eat) before bed. Here's what I was doing before bed last night (this is important for the story) :

[1] Finished reading "All Together Dead," by Charlaine Harris. Seventh book in a series about a telepathic waitress. She now shares a house with a witch, who accidentally turned her (the witch's) boyfriend into a cat while they were having sex, and she can't turn him back.

[2] Started organizing a folder with close to 900 fanarts of this one anime character. I downloaded said bundle from online, and started sorting out what I liked, didn't like, and what was downright preposterous (deleted).

[3] Flipping through the May issue of my magazine, I ran into an article (me: "This magazine has ARTICLES?! whoaa!" Get your mind out of the gutter, it's a fashion magazine, but I don't think I'd seen an article there before). The author (a guy) was saying what he found attractive and unattractive about women. He started off with, "The ability they have to maneuver through life reminds me of a cat on a mantelpiece, navigating around trinkets, photo frames, and flowers." *rolleyes* Come on, dude, get to the good stuff.

[4] And finally, I went to bed trying to think up a sexy pose in which to draw Leviathan. I fell asleep before I could come up with anything good.

And then I had this jewel of a dream.. :rolleyes:

*special effects: fog* Commence dream sequence

I was in the laundry room, pulling dry clothes out of the dryer. The room's light was off, since I didn't need much for what I was doing, and the light coming in from the door sufficed. The light coming in dimmed, and I looked up from the laundry to see what was blocking the light. There, just beyond the door, was the anime guy (Refer to: [2]), shirtless and staring through the threshold at me just about as shocked as I was. "What the..," I thought, "it's the anime guy! The hell?!"

Despite the shock, my dream self, not being one to let a perfectly good half-naked bishonen go to waste (animated or not), called out his name. He responded, sauntering seductively into the (still laundry) room, and I thought, "Wow, he moves like a cat!" (Refer to: [3]). My dream self, being much less socially why than my waking self (unless I'm dancing, then my waking self kicks ass), pulled him up by the band of his pants and moved in to kiss him.

So there we were... and then I realized his nose smelled. As in, smelled bad! I wasn't about to get out of it, so I tilted my head and tried another angle. That worked for a few seconds, and then the nose smell again. I tilted my head the other way. A couple more seconds, and the nose smell again! I couldn't ignore it anymore, so I pulled back and looked at him. As I looked at his face, right there, before my eyes, he turns into a cat! (Refer to: [1]) So I'm left, standing there, bewildered, holding a cat.

I stared, turned, and flipped the cat, trying to figure out how to turn him back into a human, but I couldn't figure it out! (Again, refer to: [1]).

After a while, my mother walked in, finding me sitting on the floor, staring dejectedly at a cat that's sitting on top of a laundry pile. "What are you doing sitting there?" "I found a cat." "But that's good! Why so sad?" " "

FLIRTING BY THE BOOK

Apparently, gone are the days when guys told a girl how beautiful she looks when she smiles, or how pretty her eyes are, when trying to flirt with her. The line of the 2000s is, "I like your shoes!" I would have never guessed, but I've read it twice now: once in this column this guy writes on Yahoo, and once again somewhere else this week. The theory behind this, according to these advisor guys, is that a woman wants to be complimented on the things she has control over, her decisions, her mind. That's all good and well, but when they say things like "I like your shoes," you think "Well, you'd still like these shoes just as much on anyone else."

I knew this guy who took a better approach. He had lines that went something like, "One of the things that always stood out to me about you is how fair and understanding you are." His problem was that he said those lines to every girl, and he couldn't keep them apart in his head

But really, you like my stomping boots? [link]

WHAT WAS NUMBER 3?

Oh yeah! There's a cute guy in my office building. He's not in a suit, so I don't know what he's about. But you do tend to notice the one guy that doesn't look like this [link]

BONUS ROUND!

What was I going to wri-OMG THE BREAD'S BURNING! *runs to kitchen*

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