Monday Sep 30, 2002

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I had this dream last night that I was dancing with this guy I know and he was reciting poems that sounded like nursery rhymes about different ways to kill yourself. He had a really good grip on me, and I was off the ground most of the time. I was so happy, giggling like a little kid... when I woke up I told him I'd had a dream about him and he asked me if I woke up screaming. Heh.

I had to come back here to change my shoes because the ones I was wearing were irritating my left foot... I need to do laundry for I have no more socks.

Last night the RA's dog was barking. He sounded so fuckin' cute. I like dogs. And ponies.

And...

and I am so fucking bored.
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thegrandvomica:
Boredom is for prune juice and dogma. Go write an esoteric book about the theoretical combination of human, worm, and cat dna and the love affairs of the resulting creature. Then start a cult devoted to plucking all body hair and saving it up in a canopic jar with a beer bottle on top in place of the traditional godhead. When it's all over, teach a chihuahua to purr like a woolly mammoth.
rawr_ima_monster:
P.S....in regards to the drawings, no YOU rule.
-Dave

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