sandwich of the gods, dirty dancing with my LGBT possie, and a man named Buddha

fresh mozzerella is the best! i got some of those fresh little balls of it that come in the tub of liquid, and i just made the greatest sammich that ever was. sprouted wheat farmer's market bread (no sugar! sweetened with organic molasses! yum yum!), herbed organic turkey from whole foods (i could taste the rosemary in there), sexy fresh mozz, farmer's market tomato sliced, mustard (not the brown kind, the yellow little kid mustard). stick it in the broiler for a bit and dayaaaaam! that's a sammich you don't take home to muthaaa...

done with actual classes. now i just have to take my tolstoy exam tuesday and turn in my big ass psych project thursday. and then FIN! (for a month anyway)

went to club 5 last night and shook my thang with ashley, my usual dance partner for our LGBT excursions. i always feel kinda bad because she wants to mack on chicks and they keep their distance because they think she's with me! for some reason, the "gay" men always hit on me more than the lesbians. wtf? it was a lot of fun, though. i got drunk off southern comfort and 7up and almost got to watch a fight in the parking lot afterwards. somebody called somebody the n-word...

i don't know if you guys remember melissa, but she works at this used cd store, and one of her coworkers is named Buddha. he is a large man with a lot of tatoos and piercings, and was in a band. he's in his thirties and collects hot wheels, and gives the greatest hugs ever (besides anna of course). i got him a hot wheels toothbrush and now he has a crush on me. yes, a man named Buddha wants to hit this. i wonder if this could be good for my karma...

alright, kids. time to shower my stank ass...

~LWa!!!!!

p.s. anna what day do you come back?