as i was walking home (or, as i like to call it, “driving with my legs”), i saw that semi-famous/infamous wrestler, chyna. it may have just been my inablility (i should probably get rid of “infamous” now that i’ve used “inability”) to differentiate between reality and fantasy, but i’m pretty sure she pulled down her sunglasses and pursed her lips a little. she may have flexed a muscle or two, too— i don’t remember. either way, she made it obvious that she wanted to take me home and have rough sex with me.

about an hour later, i saw her again, but i hid behind a radioshack before she saw me. she was getting takeout from some greek restaurant that i would happily plug if i could remember its name (you know the one i’m talking about).

anywho, i’d love to “blog” about this more… but i’m about to watch hoop dreams, and that movie’s almost three hours long.