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last night i dreamt of Snow White again...in red wooly socks and combat boots...a nightmare grin on her fairytale face...she was standing on my chest when i woke wheezing.

God i hate asthma...where's my fucking inhaler?!?

i love dinner at Syrah...

1 bottle of '93 Jordan cab...$88

1 plate fennel and soft shell crab with beurre blanc...$15

1 plate smoked duck with a cherry reduction and roasted garlic celery root puree...$28

1 espresso...$3

all the hot waitresses getting butt nekkid and serving me all night...priceless.



at least thats the way i like to remember it.

so i went tanning yesterday and the sock must've slipped off because now my weenis is nothing more than a burnt sausage......DEAR GOD THE PAIN!!!!!! ...MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!




dang i'm totally sorry guys...now that i re-read that, it's like the grossest journal entry of all time....won't happen again

everything reminded me of her yesterday...
that one song...
the boots that punk-rock girl was wearing...
that nail salon i passed by...
the spiked doggie collars at Petco...
those fishnet tights in some store window...
my cheezy-fries dinner for cryin out loud!!!...
that planter full of purple flowers...
everything...

last night i dreamt of Snow White again...in a blood red corset and black leather thigh-highs...she had Rapunzel by the hair...naked and head pulled back...biting at her shoulders and neck... she looked up and said to me... "come"

now everyone go say happy freakin' birthday to dolorian because we love her so damn much!!!!! |m||m|

last night i dreamt of Snow White again, and that my ass turned into a giant, poison red apple...umm

you ever get half way through explaining a dream to someone and think.....oh dude they've gotta think i'm fuckin NUTS!!...

anyway...

new week...new beginning...new you...

i say: "i wish i had a time machine" far too often...too many regrets...that needs to change... my 10 year highschool reunion is next weekend... a lot of chicks i need to apologize to...

have a safe and splendid weekend.

last night in my living room ...i danced the tango with an invisible latin girl ...her Argentine accent was thick and sweet ...as she told me to undress her...

God bless good tequila.

last night, i dreamt of Snow White again...in platform heels and star-covered panties...she kissed my chest softly and showed me her new nipple rings...


my being able to share these things with you helps me cope with always having to wake up.

death comes slow and in phases for the old...she teases them, leaves her smell on them...this past weekend, i thought i could smell her on my grandparents...

time really needs to slow down.