First off. thanks to everyone for their comments......
Well, death toll going higher and higher. And, sure enough, a relative of the born-again persuasion already pin-pointed the cause of such a disaster: worhipping heathen God's. Well, it wasn't a matter of if, only of when...
Had to go to work today, and I didn't much like it. Have to go tomarrow, and I'm predicting I won't like that either. The silver lining: I only have to stay till noon.
Wierd dream report:
We used to play with the 2 cats by putting a laundry basket over them, until it was no fun 2 minutes later when they learned how to escape (unbeatable intellectual adversaries, those housecats).
Anyway, in my dream, I put the basket over George, and for some reason had to leave the room. When I came back, she was out of the basket in the corner growling and hissing at me. I looked on the floor, and there was her detached tail (no blood, oddly enough), and I instantly knew that she had gnawed it off in order to escape. I pleaded with her for forgiveness, but she was, rightfully so, extremely pissed and wouldn't hear none of my grovelling.
I woke up, and she was sleeping beside me, I checked to see that her tail was still there, and felt relief that it was. It was then that I noticed my severed hand on the floor..... (alright, I made that part up.....)
To everyone,,,, have a safe and fun new years with those near, dear, and not so near and dear to you....
Well, death toll going higher and higher. And, sure enough, a relative of the born-again persuasion already pin-pointed the cause of such a disaster: worhipping heathen God's. Well, it wasn't a matter of if, only of when...
Had to go to work today, and I didn't much like it. Have to go tomarrow, and I'm predicting I won't like that either. The silver lining: I only have to stay till noon.
Wierd dream report:
We used to play with the 2 cats by putting a laundry basket over them, until it was no fun 2 minutes later when they learned how to escape (unbeatable intellectual adversaries, those housecats).
Anyway, in my dream, I put the basket over George, and for some reason had to leave the room. When I came back, she was out of the basket in the corner growling and hissing at me. I looked on the floor, and there was her detached tail (no blood, oddly enough), and I instantly knew that she had gnawed it off in order to escape. I pleaded with her for forgiveness, but she was, rightfully so, extremely pissed and wouldn't hear none of my grovelling.
I woke up, and she was sleeping beside me, I checked to see that her tail was still there, and felt relief that it was. It was then that I noticed my severed hand on the floor..... (alright, I made that part up.....)
To everyone,,,, have a safe and fun new years with those near, dear, and not so near and dear to you....
the fender D'aquisto you see was only made for one year in 1984..very rare piece and after D'aquisto's death it shot up in price around 6,000$. i got it for 1500$
hopefully my custom electric will be done in a month or so.
then i'm building a jazz bass and baritone electric
link to the skate park: http://capitalpark.ca/main/
i'll have to try to remember some of my dreams for ya - i've been having some really fucked up ones lately!