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i don't know what to say about this time of year, except i'm kind of glad it's here. this time of year last year was.... insanely insane and embarrasing and sad and... just sad. and thinking about my life compared to that time i'm so overwhelmingly happy that things are as they are, i could cry. pure joy cry, ya know? ok, maybe i already have... on a few occasions. but yeah... i'm really happy.
i had a dream last night that mervyn's (where i work) wasn't a retail store, actually, there were no clothes at all, instead we sold food. yes, like a grocery store. the nicest grocery store i've ever seen. people i worked with were still there. and in my dream i actually liked them. it was strange cause the whole time i wanted to take a shower and they were going to pay me to take a shower, but first i had to go to the bakery and cut lots of yummy breads into tiny bite size pieces, cause i was the only one that knew how and then my apartment was above the store and it was humungous but everything was outside and it had a restricted smoking section, even though it was outside and i had a pool that floated in the air, and about 23 beds. it was a good dream. i normally don't remember my dreams, only the scary parts that i don't want to remember and wake up not being able to get the horrible images out of my head. though, there is still something uncomfortable to me about remembering the good dreams, almost like a feeling of guilt or loss.... i don't know what the hell im talking about. it's my saturday night and i'm not doing a damn thing with it. maybe i'll just go play some tetris.
peace.love.ponies
tiffany
i had a dream last night that mervyn's (where i work) wasn't a retail store, actually, there were no clothes at all, instead we sold food. yes, like a grocery store. the nicest grocery store i've ever seen. people i worked with were still there. and in my dream i actually liked them. it was strange cause the whole time i wanted to take a shower and they were going to pay me to take a shower, but first i had to go to the bakery and cut lots of yummy breads into tiny bite size pieces, cause i was the only one that knew how and then my apartment was above the store and it was humungous but everything was outside and it had a restricted smoking section, even though it was outside and i had a pool that floated in the air, and about 23 beds. it was a good dream. i normally don't remember my dreams, only the scary parts that i don't want to remember and wake up not being able to get the horrible images out of my head. though, there is still something uncomfortable to me about remembering the good dreams, almost like a feeling of guilt or loss.... i don't know what the hell im talking about. it's my saturday night and i'm not doing a damn thing with it. maybe i'll just go play some tetris.
peace.love.ponies
tiffany