quesadilla

last night i dreamt that a dog bit my butt. and then i was on a bus with my grandmother and she made music from the metal poles and everyone clapped.

it threatened to rain all afternoon, but alas, it never did. and all the time my sister's calling guy after guy to have them join her in the mourning of her lost handphone. i pity the guy who is supposedly the 'boyfriend'.

big-time opportunist.

i think it's time to try a baked alaska or frozen florida.