Don't worry, I'm all better now. I'm just tired of failing relationships, the whole biological clock thingy, I'm the only single gal out of all my friends, and it sucks to hear them "Well Kurt does this, and Jim does that and ____ is so sweet, blah blah blech! But I had a dream Sat night that put me in better spirits.
My family and I were in Russia in a kind of hut like house when war broke out. Bombs were going off in the fields and everything. Then someone came in and told us my uncle was in the concentration camp. So I went there and let myself in to the camp to look for him. I was processed (I won't go into those details) and was standing in line when this little girl comes up to me yelling at me in Russian and somone comes up and says I shouldn't be in there because I have blonde hair... Anyway I am searching hallways and dormitories and can't find him and I'm pretty upset, so I go outside to this kind of common area. And standing there is Jeffe who I haven't seen since I was in Arizona which was about 7 years ago. But he's there wearing his garb, big floppy hat and everything and goofy as ever. We talked about what was going on. And he said that that night someone had gotten some weed and some people were getting together and I said I couldn't until I found my unlce, and I started crying. Then he takes both my hands and we do that thing where you face each other and pull on each others hands sitting down until you hit the ground then you have to get back up still holding onto each other, and we fell over and laughed (Hey it's a dream, it's not supposed to make since)
But I realized that no matter how hard life is, you still have to have fun and make a game out of it. So I feel a lot better now. Plus yoga yesterday I think helped too. So it's sunshine rainbows and fucking lollipops again!
I think I'm going to get pierced tonight. It's long over due.
My family and I were in Russia in a kind of hut like house when war broke out. Bombs were going off in the fields and everything. Then someone came in and told us my uncle was in the concentration camp. So I went there and let myself in to the camp to look for him. I was processed (I won't go into those details) and was standing in line when this little girl comes up to me yelling at me in Russian and somone comes up and says I shouldn't be in there because I have blonde hair... Anyway I am searching hallways and dormitories and can't find him and I'm pretty upset, so I go outside to this kind of common area. And standing there is Jeffe who I haven't seen since I was in Arizona which was about 7 years ago. But he's there wearing his garb, big floppy hat and everything and goofy as ever. We talked about what was going on. And he said that that night someone had gotten some weed and some people were getting together and I said I couldn't until I found my unlce, and I started crying. Then he takes both my hands and we do that thing where you face each other and pull on each others hands sitting down until you hit the ground then you have to get back up still holding onto each other, and we fell over and laughed (Hey it's a dream, it's not supposed to make since)
But I realized that no matter how hard life is, you still have to have fun and make a game out of it. So I feel a lot better now. Plus yoga yesterday I think helped too. So it's sunshine rainbows and fucking lollipops again!
I think I'm going to get pierced tonight. It's long over due.
(but i know i say this, & i will never stick to it.)