Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

Some russian loser is adding just about everyone he/she can find onto her friends list. She’s at 750 now, up from 643 yesterday. She shares no friends or interests with me, yet she added me. She keeps posting replies to people’s comments in a “spooky” and “mysterious” manner, like a 12 year old in a role-play chat trying to be the cloaked figure in the corner with the dark past.

Watch out for diethylamide, and block her if she ever comments on your journal. If you post a comment on one of her many entries of how much she loves her new friends, you’ll be met with posts from people who’ll whine that it’s not your right to ask to be removed.

This is the third time I’ve had a dream where Jorenko is Neo.

Neo was sent back in time to help something in the 1970s, but he was having trouble. Upon entry into the 1970s, he landed in some telephone wires. He struggled in them, but didn’t die from crossed wires. (I remember saying in the dream how stupid the director was for letting that pass final edit.)

He landed between two old cars as one drove off. The car that drove off contained Mel Gibson and Danny Glover. He was supposed to help them, and he just missed them. He chased after them across the parking lot, but didn’t catch up. He stood at the end of the lot, next to a brick building, and looked shamed.
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