Really?

I had a dream last night that I was in the passenger seat of Rjay's car and he put something over my stomach that was so heavy I couldn't breathe. I started hitting him and trying to tell him to take it off, but he couldn't understand what I was saying. I could feel that I was suffocating.

When I woke up, he asked me why I was breathing weird.

I guess while I was sleeping, he put his leg over my stomach and it wasn't crushing me, but I could feel the pressure as I was asleep. I ended up really smacking him just like I did in my dream and I was only taking air out of my lungs and not in.

Are my dreams killing me?

Finally.

Dreamers need to wake the fuck up.
Life's a reality better than your dreams.

Dead.

Week 2:
School
is
fucking
killing
me.

Happy birthday, baby.

Some people got a lot of shit to say,

but I don't...

Month of love.

This city can be beautiful.

Hello Kitty

Here comes the sun.

Drive along Malibu.

Spring is coming.

Tulips are blooming at Disneyland. They are so damn pretty.

Gabi & I standing at the direct center of Disneyland!

The Thanksgiving turkey at Disneyland that was so "honorably" pardoned by President Obama.