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Oh man. Clearly I've got to stop listening to the Dresden Dolls so much. First I had a dream about Jeffrey and his girfriend being in a band where she sang and rocked out on the piano and he played drums and did back up vocals. They were really awesome. Then I had a dream that all of my male friends had their penises cut off and switched around and all of my female friends had their vaginas (somehow?) cut off and switched around and because I am so dang manly I came out of the surgery with a penis. We were all pretty upset because it wasn't what we agreed to when we signed forms regarding some kind of experiment, but the people were like, "Oh, whatever! Just go get it switched back! No problem!" I woke up and groped my crotch just to make sure it was still okay.
I spent Shabbat reading a book I'm going to loosely translate as "Bagel Wisdom". I read another book by the same author just over six months ago, also on a Saturday, two days after Frankie told me he was thinking about breaking up, and two days before we actually did. He was the one who recommended the book to me, "The Hummus King and the Bathtub Queen". And I hoped the with the way the story started that it was some kind of positive sign about us, but the ending left little room to hope. The book I read this weekend was another crazy, witty, honest trip down vulgarity road, just like the last one, with some hilarities and some sad parts, I even cried a little. And this time too I'm pulling way too much meaning out of it, letting the story decide things for me, when it never pretended to be any sort of guide. This is why I shouldn't read.
I thought my friend was having a party tonight, but it turns out it's actually next weekend. I hate when these things happen... What will I do now?
I spent Shabbat reading a book I'm going to loosely translate as "Bagel Wisdom". I read another book by the same author just over six months ago, also on a Saturday, two days after Frankie told me he was thinking about breaking up, and two days before we actually did. He was the one who recommended the book to me, "The Hummus King and the Bathtub Queen". And I hoped the with the way the story started that it was some kind of positive sign about us, but the ending left little room to hope. The book I read this weekend was another crazy, witty, honest trip down vulgarity road, just like the last one, with some hilarities and some sad parts, I even cried a little. And this time too I'm pulling way too much meaning out of it, letting the story decide things for me, when it never pretended to be any sort of guide. This is why I shouldn't read.
I thought my friend was having a party tonight, but it turns out it's actually next weekend. I hate when these things happen... What will I do now?