incest

dear diary.
ho-hum, where to start. i guess i'll start with this morning, considering the very definition of a diary entry is a chronology of that days events: minutes (or hours, who knows) before i awoke this morning i had a dream. it was no less usual than any other dream, i suppose. the familiar dream references: sexual promiscuity, burglarizing, gigantic floating heads and masturbating on the "tea-cups" while burning rubble falls from the sky. the last thing i remember from last night's particular dream was a vision of my father breast feeding a small baby. his breasts were gargantuan and his hair was graying and long. it wasn't so much as breast feeding, but rather the breast milk was just rushing out of him and that poor baby served as some sort of container.

later today, i talked to a friend of mine. she suddenly brought up that she had a crush on my ex-boyfriend while i was going out with him. in my mind, i imagined she was a small insect i'd trapped in a paper cup. i was indecisive as to wether i should squish her or flush her down the toilet...

here's a list of some things i've been thinking about recently:
1. what is a fart?
2. what do people who live in china think about?
3. what if aliens are human's in the future that are travelling back in time to save us?

have you ever thought about a connection between the aquatic ape theory and the lost city of atlantis? i wonder if believers in one theory are also believers in the other. it'd be neat to know that the earliest forms of human beings built beautiful underwater cities...i dunno. i'm pretty sure someone's thought of it before.

oh yeah, i met this totally hot guy today. his name is linton & he's super fine. he told me this joke about bill clinton and i thought it was funnier since bill clinton's not president anymore (i guess he didn't know that). anyway, thanks for listening diary. i love you.

bye.
p.s. oh my god, i love my hair!