so, i'll elaborate on these heebie jeebies i had yesterday; well, actually, i won't. Because i can't. the truth is that i dunno why i had them; Something about the day just felt different: not in a bad way, but certainly not in a good way either.
i did have a wierd fucking dream the previous night in which i witnessed another plane go into the pentagon and bush was assasinated (NOTE TO FBI: dream, ok? I don't like the guy, but i don't want him to be killed either.).
I told my boss about this and she pointed out that there were those terror warnings...perhaps they caused the wierd heebies, mebey the jeebies; as stated before, i dunno.
so that was that, and not much else has happened in my existence:
-Bra launch @ work, lots to do there...
-dinner with my cousin; BBQ=
-don't try to borrow socks from father, might see something(s) that make you go
i did have a wierd fucking dream the previous night in which i witnessed another plane go into the pentagon and bush was assasinated (NOTE TO FBI: dream, ok? I don't like the guy, but i don't want him to be killed either.).
I told my boss about this and she pointed out that there were those terror warnings...perhaps they caused the wierd heebies, mebey the jeebies; as stated before, i dunno.
so that was that, and not much else has happened in my existence:
-Bra launch @ work, lots to do there...
-dinner with my cousin; BBQ=
-don't try to borrow socks from father, might see something(s) that make you go
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You wouldn't happen to have my bras, would you?
(I'd really like the sports one back - the girls need their support, you know
Edited to say: Thanks for returning those, dear.
Next time, though, could you put them on top of the bed instead shoving them under it?
[Edited on Aug 05, 2004 6:00PM]