I DON'T HAVE A TYPE OR ANYTHING

LAST NIGHT - I stayed up until 5:45am working on a presentation. maybe because it included chat roulette and anthony bourdain (swoon) i was so excited that i had the best dream ever.

In this dream it was a nice sunny day on the campus of Cal State Long Beach and:



EMILE HIRSCH


ROBERT PATTINSON AND


A YOUNG VINCE VAUGHN


were vying for my affection. contests included but were not limited to the throwing of the stone benches in front of kjazz. somehow vaughn won in my dream. subconscious's are weird.

the best thing is though, my friend Oanh would always ask me if i had a 'type' and i could never really tell her. Oanh was my dorm - roommate and when pictures of joseph gordon-levitt and adrian brody appeared on my own personal man-wall, i quickly learned that perhaps there is a pattern.