I remember when I was growing up, I would sit and stare in wide-eyed wonder at the horror movies.

( rambling about my nightmares )

I had a dream last night about the living dead. Not in that whole zombie-eat-your-brain-resident-evil-george-romero kind of-way, more in that undead-sex-you-up-Chronicles-of-Riddick-Necromonger-Karl-Urban kind of way.

I stayed in bed until 15 minutes before I had to leave

Today was a complete waste of make-up.

Last night I had a dream that Paul Cavaretta had died and I was going through his personal belongings for his family. His closet was haunted though.

I had another one where I was at the airport about to fly to France, no idea why, but they were going to charge me $2 tax on every CD that I was traveling with. And customs ransacked my stuff. Jerks.

Going to start dinner and take a nap before my mom gets home.