alexcuervo

i had a series of very strange dreams last night - all having to do with flight and outer space. in one, I was in some sort of craft about to land on the moon - in another I was flying around the neighborhood I grew up in wearing some sort of jetpack with a helicopter propeller. I wish I had one of those propellor backpacks for real. I love dreaming about flying, but the moon landing thing was really scary for some reason...

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one of my favorite guilty pleasures is when someone with a very expensive car double parks, i like to squeeze my shitty little 94 tercel into the "invaded" parking space therby making it impossible for the inconsiderate asshole to enter their car on the driver's side without smacking their door against my car (which of course, they wont do).

good fun i tell ya.

gonna go deliver breakfast in bed now!

p.s. as of last night, thirsty is my bowling hero

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p.s. As luck (and irony) would have it, shortly after I wrote the above entry about blocking expensive cars in, I went to go pick up some food and got blocked in myself (and I wasn't double parked, mind you). I had to enter my car through the passenger door. go figure.