I came home early yesterday. I’m still emoish.
I’ve been sleeping tons. Sleep is good. Had really odd dreams. For some reason, the city got flooded, and when I woke up, my room turned into a taco shop. I didn’t like it. I hated it.
Also a different dream involved me saving a barrel of guns?
Bleh. I forgot my dreams. But I dreamt a lot and slept a lot. Anyway, the only thing to make me happy yesterday (besides friends) was tacos. Korean tacos to be specific. Them fuckers are great:
From left to right, pork with green sauce, beef with orange sauce, and chorizo with orange sauce.
I wasn’t very hungry, so I ate less than what I wanted. The chorizo is so far the only one that I’m not a huge fan of (still really good). Pork was great. On my first visit I had beef, chicken, and zucchini tacos. I’m thinking about going again today to eat the three tacos I’m missing (octopus, marlin, and chicharron). I might skip the chicharron for another occasion. Thing is. Them Korean tacos are very unique in a really good way. Talked to the owners, both cool guys from San Diego. I will do a longer write-up about the place later on.
Today is Saturday. And it has acted more like a Sunday.
Bobby stayed the night on the couch. My roommate and Bobby drank until the wee hours of the morning. Then we had an early pizza party. And Bobby and I played a lot of Smash Bros. Hours and hours of Smash Bros. From let’s say around 40 matches. He beat me on 3 of them. Anyone want to play Smash Bros, hit me up. Always down for some fighting videogames (someone with Street Fighter V, let’s play!)
This is Bobby:
I don’t have much to do today. I don’t really want to do much today. I already spent half the day playing videogames. I should work but I don’t feel like it. I kinda got hungry for tacos. I think I’m going to go do that.
Ok. Yeah. I’m going to go get more Korean tacos.