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Today was a weird day.
I woke up this morning after having a nightmare that started with a televised newsbrief that Lindsay Lohan was murdered. Soon afterwards I was inside this house hanging out with Bria but she was walking around with a machete. Not really showing it off but just having it with her and really creeping me out. Soon I was being chased down the street in my old neighborhood by Bria and a really tall lanky guy dressed all in black with the exception of a porcelain babydoll mask. But they weren't really chasing me hard. They were walking together at exactly the same pace. There was a third person with them - I just couldn't make out who it was right away. Bria didn't have the knife anymore when I was running from them - he did whoever he was. Finally I got to my old house and made it in the door and woke up. It was really kind of fucked up because once I got to the door I realized who the third person was.
I woke up and headed to work. Work went well. Randomly in the last minutes of the day This black girl came booking past our store. She was seriously high tailing it and was followed by two girls from Fredricks of Hollywood. She made it almost halfway out to the parking lot then one of the two girls caught her and tackled her. This girl was caught shoplifting from Fredricks Of Hollywood. She was caught stealing 2 Bras and a handful of panties from the medium bin. I watched the security guards cuff her for this. All I could do was laugh.
When I got home I was weirdly tired. I guess it's because I woke up at 4:45 this morning because of the nightmare and couldn't fall back asleep. I watched a few episodes of FRIENDS to pass the time and ended up as unconcious as humanly possible.
This time when I dreamed I dreamed I was dating this girl who only got really turned of when I had a Sting pro-wrestler action figure around. She couldn't go anywhere with out it. And because she carried it everywhere - she was always turned on. And not like real life turned on but John Waters "A Dirty Shame" turned on. I woke up about a half an hour ago ...
This was the entirety of my day.
Just for a minute ...
I lost myself ...
I lost myself ...
Just for a minute ...
I lost myself ...
I lost myself ...
The Mayer show was an amazing blast. Not only did the man play like a blues god. But theres nothing like a 30 year old short hot drunk lady from Tennesee to quickly make out with you - show you her tits - and then tell you that you look like harry potter and thats her fantasy to make you feel - awkward - but still pretty damn attractive.
I have not a care that people all over the world now see him as this pop icon that represents all that is unholy about singer/songwriters because he wrote sissy rock that got too popular way too fast. I was part of a certain few that got to see the guy do what he does best - and what the record companies are afraid to let him do. If you know him - ask Brit (who accompanied me to the show) - from beginning to end Mayer proved himself as a living legend blues guitarist. And to be honest his blues songwriting was pretty tight as well. So yeah I agree - screw "No Such Thing"! But listen to his new stuff ("Come When I Call" and "Gravity") - Theres something there.
Steve has all of a sudden decided to let me use the computer while mine is in the shop. I just don't want to bother with AIM tonight. So I'll be making posts on occasion.
I think I am going to go watch something funny before I go to sleep again. I want something to keep my mind away from my good friends coming after me to kill me.
Corpse Bride tomorrow.
I wish I had something profound to say ...
I woke up this morning after having a nightmare that started with a televised newsbrief that Lindsay Lohan was murdered. Soon afterwards I was inside this house hanging out with Bria but she was walking around with a machete. Not really showing it off but just having it with her and really creeping me out. Soon I was being chased down the street in my old neighborhood by Bria and a really tall lanky guy dressed all in black with the exception of a porcelain babydoll mask. But they weren't really chasing me hard. They were walking together at exactly the same pace. There was a third person with them - I just couldn't make out who it was right away. Bria didn't have the knife anymore when I was running from them - he did whoever he was. Finally I got to my old house and made it in the door and woke up. It was really kind of fucked up because once I got to the door I realized who the third person was.
I woke up and headed to work. Work went well. Randomly in the last minutes of the day This black girl came booking past our store. She was seriously high tailing it and was followed by two girls from Fredricks of Hollywood. She made it almost halfway out to the parking lot then one of the two girls caught her and tackled her. This girl was caught shoplifting from Fredricks Of Hollywood. She was caught stealing 2 Bras and a handful of panties from the medium bin. I watched the security guards cuff her for this. All I could do was laugh.
When I got home I was weirdly tired. I guess it's because I woke up at 4:45 this morning because of the nightmare and couldn't fall back asleep. I watched a few episodes of FRIENDS to pass the time and ended up as unconcious as humanly possible.
This time when I dreamed I dreamed I was dating this girl who only got really turned of when I had a Sting pro-wrestler action figure around. She couldn't go anywhere with out it. And because she carried it everywhere - she was always turned on. And not like real life turned on but John Waters "A Dirty Shame" turned on. I woke up about a half an hour ago ...
This was the entirety of my day.
Just for a minute ...
I lost myself ...
I lost myself ...
Just for a minute ...
I lost myself ...
I lost myself ...
The Mayer show was an amazing blast. Not only did the man play like a blues god. But theres nothing like a 30 year old short hot drunk lady from Tennesee to quickly make out with you - show you her tits - and then tell you that you look like harry potter and thats her fantasy to make you feel - awkward - but still pretty damn attractive.
I have not a care that people all over the world now see him as this pop icon that represents all that is unholy about singer/songwriters because he wrote sissy rock that got too popular way too fast. I was part of a certain few that got to see the guy do what he does best - and what the record companies are afraid to let him do. If you know him - ask Brit (who accompanied me to the show) - from beginning to end Mayer proved himself as a living legend blues guitarist. And to be honest his blues songwriting was pretty tight as well. So yeah I agree - screw "No Such Thing"! But listen to his new stuff ("Come When I Call" and "Gravity") - Theres something there.
Steve has all of a sudden decided to let me use the computer while mine is in the shop. I just don't want to bother with AIM tonight. So I'll be making posts on occasion.
I think I am going to go watch something funny before I go to sleep again. I want something to keep my mind away from my good friends coming after me to kill me.
Corpse Bride tomorrow.
I wish I had something profound to say ...