i just had a strange, strange dream.

i am somewhere in asia studying to become a stand-up comic. i'm in the library researching old asian love stories because my like, shtick is funny love stories [lame huh], and i meet two american boys named dave, a really hot japanese girl named something like kayoko, and this thai guy that looks exactly like one i knew in junior high. i go, "hi, i'm annie" and he goes, "hey, i'm..." and then proceeds to say his name for fifteen syllables. i laugh at him because i assume it is a joke. it isn't.

so then kayoko and i are wandering the streets when i run into robert, who is cursing loudly into his cell phone in english. i'm like, "toi!! nondescriptboy!!!" because his real name escapes me, and he is all, "who the fuck are you? uh, i mean... ça va?"

after grumbling about how we are meeting "before our time", he then deposits kayoko and me into an elevator bar where we promptly get drunk and make out. afterwards, i feel the need to run and wake myself up because if i don't hurry, my dream won't seem funny anymore by the time i get it into post form.

so i wake up, come online to post, and of course my dream isn't funny anymore. except for when the thai guy tells me his name. ha ha!

guess you had to be there.