Defying all odds, I found a dress shirt I like fairly quickly, and a gift too. I even wrapped it.
You know, the more I say it, the more 'dress shirt' sounds girly.

I'm going to a wedding on Saturday, so I have to buy a dress shirt tomorrow. You have no idea what an ordeal this is. All I own are jeans, shorts, t-shirts and plaid. Plus I don't like shopping for clothes. The fact that I'll be wearing a dress shirt should constitute their wedding present. Oh well, might as well look on the bright side. Now that I'll have a dress shirt, I'll be able to wear it to other dress-shirt-type things, like funerals. Yay! Every cloud has a silver lining!

current mood: head up own ass
current music: what, you think I can hear f---in' music in there??

I find dreams fascinating. I love the way my brain processes stuff. I do think they're significant, because I believe they mostly consist of stuff you don't let out during the day but which needs to come out. Now apply that theory to me dreaming last night that I was engaged to be married (to a woman) but was cheating on her with a very attractive male member of her extended family...

Is the song "I Get Around" by the Beach Boys about being a slut?

I brought the scotch to the party, and I'm the only one who drank any. And I'm pretty sure I won't be drinking much more in the future either. 46% alcohol not my thing.
At the party I discovered Triumph the Insult Dog (from the Conan O'Brian show), and I'm in love. We watched a clip of Triumph insulting the members of a Star Wars line-up for ten minutes, and I almost died laughing. Luckily, I found the clip on the internet and downloaded it for myself. I noticed there were other Triumph clips there, which I plan on downloading in the future. Viva internet!