Its NEVER LUPUS

The stereo in my car is broken. The right side speakers are definitely not operating at optimum capacity, but I'll take what I can get, sound wise.

Every morning I crank my iPod on the car stereo, carefully selecting "MORNING PUMP UP" music to make the fact I'm driving to work at 7:12AM a little more exciting. But I've come to enjoy one of the simple pleasures in life, and that is: When my right-side speakers kick in.

Its like the universe is saying "You know what Larissa, we're gonna give you a full-on musical experience this morning! If at first it seemed like half the world was against you, well you were wrong, we're all singin' for you this time!"

And for a moment.. I am zen.

Until it cuts out again, and I drive the traffic circle half-heartedly.

ALSO: Last night I had a dream. I have these a lot, and yeah I know, Imma let you finish but, Martin Luther King had the best dream of all time.

I dreamed that I went to a costume party with all my friends, and George Clooney decided to attend. Someone must have drugged me (Or drugged old George!) because suddenly I was making out with him. And while I was thinking "Sweet, celebrity!" I was also thinking "Too old!" The bar tender working the party must have thought so too, because she made fun of me, so of course I had to start shit. I pull her over the bar, pulled her shirt over her head, and punched her in the face!

Then I wandered down a lonely dirt road out of shame, but Elyse found me, gave me my nurse costume, and said "Its okay, lets go party"

Thanks Elyse.

I told her all about this dream, to which she says:

"ho man, i'll bet that's an example of a fairly tame and non-bizarre dream for you."

Good call E, my dreams are usually 5x more messed up.

+ Words of wisdom before the close of this blog entry:

"Having a webcam chat with a guy, whether you know him or not, is always gonna lead to SURPRISE, HERE'S MY PENIS."