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Month: September 2002

Dream 02.09.12

Okay, more dreams. I dreamed that I had an apartment in the alley behind my grandmother’s house, and I could see her yard from my window. (In reality, there is a warehouse there, not apartments.) I was sipping coffee next to the window when I heard sirens. A police cruiser and an ambulance came into…

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Dream 02.09.12

I’m not sure which came first, the sorority, the diablo, or the shopping, but the shopping came before the sorority. The diablo portion of the dream … I was in a bus, travelling down an open country road. Eventually, we got out of the bus, though I don’t recall how or when. Something caused us…

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Misdial

What the fuck? Five phone calls in two days from five different people all getting the wrong number.

War

For those who have not yet been told personally, my brother recieved his orders to be stationed in Iraq. He will most likely leave the week before or the week after his birthday. His birthday is October 1st. I hate the US sometimes.

Bah

I need a job. The last three job offers I’ve gotten are looking pretty absent. I could always work at taco bell, but to them, part time means 39 hours a week. Every other place I apply at doesn’t call, doesn’t call, doesn’t call. Every interview I’ve had has been sorry, sorry, sorry. Everything to…

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thanks mom

Fucking hell. I’ve got my porfolio sitting next to my bed, my dirty laundry next to my bed, and a stack of books next to my bed. Why? No fucking room elsewhere in the apparment. I’ve got two dishes in front of my computer (a cup and a mug) as well as a few papers…

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Dream 02.09.08

I had a dream about elevators. I fucking hate elevators, but I have to deal with them every day. It’s a stupid irrational fear that they’ll malfunction. I’ve never truly had an elevator malfuntion with me in it, but the one at Carter East came damned close every time I stepped into it. I started…

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Begin Pre-Menstrual Rant of Nonsense.

Fuck you. FUCK YOU. A thousand times, Fuck you. You, of all people, I get emotionally attached to. You, of all people, I come to expect things from. Equal if not greater intelligence. Understanding. PATIENCE WHEN I HAVE NONE. I’m on birth control because of YOU. I take these fucking things because of YOU, because…

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Candice

Coffee grounds spilt in trash bin. Not mine. Min asks me to clean them up because it’s my coffee machine. I said no. They are not my grounds, and I am not Candice’s maid. Min cleans.

Fortune

I went to the arcade today with five tokens so that I wouldn’t have enough to play more than one game of PIU . . . and then Gabriel gives me a handful for the hell of it.

Pay Attention

What would I have done, if she stepped on the bird? Would I have yelled at her for not paying attention? Would I have sobbed at the loss of an innocent bird? Would I have commented on the tragedy as a prophet, claiming it to be an omen or representation of human nature – we’re…

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Maxim

Maxim is the single stupidest publication I’ve had the unfortunate displeasure of reading.

I’m thinking castration.

What will it take to make males (Other than Jorenko) realise that they will never be more than just friends?

Dream 02.09.03

Dreams always seem so real ;_; In a dream last night, I was sleeping. In the dream, I woke up, and felt someone under me. Jorenko had somehow gotten into my room and underneath me without waking me up. I asked him, “Are you really here?” “No.” and I cried.

Imbalance

I hate it when drawn characters have breasts bigger than their heads, and still manage to keep balanced in a fight.

Candice

The kitchen smells like three week rotted food because Candice never does her dishes. She’s too busy dirtying more dishes to notice. She uses up her clean ones, then uses up our clean ones, and then lets them sit in their own mildewy filth. I washed them all. I said to her, “That is the…

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Dream 02.09.02

I had a dream about a game. I looked over the edge of the boat. Trees were barely visable over the floodwaters. Some of the water was standing water, other parts had currents. I remember thanking our leader for the currents. Ms. Milly Prower, our savior, had devised machines to create currents and stop currents….

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whoops

On cartoon network, they just accidentally showed a minute from Mission Hill instead of a commercial during a children’s movie

Candice

All my dishes, untensils, and appliances are on LOCKDOWN now. The fucking bitch left coffee and coffee grounds in the coffee maker for two days. The grinder is still dirty from two days ago.

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