GODDAMNIT!!! My car is filthy and a piece of shit, and I like it to stay that way. I thought it might deter assholes from breaking in, but no such luck. Some dickhead jimmied my door and ripped off my CD player, a $50 check, my insurance paperwork and left a shitload of fingerprints. Hope the motherfucker has a record, 'cause if I find who it is, they damn well better hope they've got medical insurance. If you know me, you know that music is my sanctuary, and very often the one thing that can keep me from crashing into a violent depression. So when some fuckhead steals the one thing I count on, it's a REALLY BAD IDEA, especially if I find them. It may be a little thing for most people, but I'm not most people...
Already reported it with the police and the dozen or so local pawn shops, and I *really* hope someone tries to sell it. I'll be that bastard's worst fucking nightmare...
Goddamn tweakers!!!
- k
Already reported it with the police and the dozen or so local pawn shops, and I *really* hope someone tries to sell it. I'll be that bastard's worst fucking nightmare...
Goddamn tweakers!!!
- k
What struck me most about it though is that I wasn't aware that bipolar disease had a connection to vivid and lucid dreams. I was diagnosed as being "cyclothymic" this past year and never really connected to the two things.
I recently did a literary research paper about Freud and the prophecy of dreams. While I agree most current literature on the subject is crap, I like to see where the intellect meets the mystical.