Tags: dreams

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My tweets

  • Mon, 14:19: had a dream that @catnipandhoney's wedding ceremony consisted of 100 people from high school watching a movie and then competing (cont)
  • Mon, 14:20: ...american gladiator style, complete with crazy events. it was a pretty awesome dream
  • Mon, 14:29: ANYONE THAT KNOWS OR CAN GOOGLE: what will loreal colour oops/colour remover do to my roots? i want this dye OUT
  • Mon, 19:25: while trying to go to a mall, we ended up at wonderland. uh, cool? i see rollercoasters!
  • Mon, 19:29: yep, so it takes 20min for us to get to wonderland
  • Mon, 20:04: i love how the sign on the mall read "we are open so you can enjoy your holiday!" what about fuckups like the MALL WORKERS? fuck off
  • Tue, 08:31: @cuntymouth aw bad time with chrome? weird; it worked perfectly for me. i will be on msn inn 10 or so min
  • Tue, 08:33: my phone battery seems to be dying VERY fast lately. hmm. also, i should finish paintinng my toenails after that racoon interrupted me
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My tweets

  • Wed, 12:37: RT @oldmansearch: aprons without jokes please
  • Wed, 12:37: RT @oldmansearch: sausage now
  • Wed, 13:08: kaleidoskop.swf from narod.ru http://t.co/UeRWlAW Um, YAY
  • Wed, 13:35: I was going to write something funny about my cat, but then I realised, suddenly, that I don't feel like a real person anymore. I'm detached
  • Wed, 14:02: "Careless Whisper" stuck in my head. Saxophone. Thank you, Sergio Flores. And Dmitri.
  • Wed, 17:38: gas stations are busy. is it going up a few cents again?
  • Wed, 17:42: bathurst and steeles. SO BUSY RIGHT NOW. i hate living in the city (even if it's the outskirts)
  • Wed, 17:49: @aathisvolume was it 2 months ago i visited you? i do not remember, and i have this eyeshadow quad waiting for you
  • Wed, 17:50: my toe hair is blonde. fascinating
  • Wed, 18:19: there is a store here called BEDDINGTON'S BED AND BATH
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Mr F

in which I dream a comdey

Dmitri has implored me to "blog" this dream. It's not very long, it's just hilarious. I actually woke up laughing.

I was dreaming that Clark (yes, my cat) was a talk show host, Dr Phil style. Clark sat and listened to people's problems, and, when they were through, instead of giving advice, he attacked them. People LOVED the show and Clark was very famous for being able to help people through vicious maulings.

I dunno, man.
PW Miles dynamic

Writer's Block: Lesson learned

The transition from youth to adulthood can be smooth or incredibly difficult. What is the most important lesson you learned since middle school, and how has it guided you?

If I knew what years middle school encompassed, maybe I could answer this. I'll just use it to mean "that school just before high school".

And, unsurprisingly, my answer is, of course, "nothing". I don't feel anything important has happened to me....except maybe that time my mom declared bankruptcy because she doesn't know how to curb her spending. I was already frugal, though, unless it's near my birthday and I want an animal :$ Cat one year, bird the next, fish all the time :3

Gonna be niiiiiiiice out today, but my only clean shirt is a boobalicious white see-throughish thing. I put something over it.

I had a dream I was in that frat house I took pictures of. I see the frat house a lot, so it makes sense. I had really awesome hair and the guys were really nice and I changed dreams at the part where I was looking in their bathroom mirror idk
The next dream was me and Enzo being extraordinary heroes and fighting monsters and shit and then I carved a motorcycle and a bicycle out of blocks and we were about to ride home (me on the bike) when I woke up. This dream was clearly related to the two games I've been playing the most of lately: Puzzle Quest and Picross 3D.
lol :D
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I had a dream during my one-hour nap today that Conan O'Brien was trying to spank me with rainbow flyswatters. There were two children in the apartment: a fat kid that danced on the internet and was ~efamous~ and an 8yo redheaded girl who styled my hair. This all took place in a good friend's mother's apartment (her mother lives in a house irl....with her husband).
Dave was there, complaining the whole time.
Take THAT, Freud.