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Last night, I had a dream that I was pregnant. And I was really, really distraught about it. I went to school (which was a weird crazyschool, although Zoe and Jared and Lauren and everyone were still my classmates).
Then I was over at Leslie's, and me and this posse of people were all running and hiding from something. We all jumped over the fence into my old yard, and hid in the place where we used to have our vegetable garden.
I told them all "this is where I used to live."
But I guess it was my house again, because we all started having a party there. During it, I decided to write a LiveJournal update and tell everyone I was pregnant, because I'd been keeping it a secret.
I wrote that I felt like the pregnancy was a bad dream, and that I would just wake up.
I guess I did.
Really, this is mainly an excuse to use my new Coffy icon. Which is a great, great, movie. Pam Grier is the shit.
I'm surprised at how well I'm doing with keeping up with my writing. Go, me.
Then I was over at Leslie's, and me and this posse of people were all running and hiding from something. We all jumped over the fence into my old yard, and hid in the place where we used to have our vegetable garden.
I told them all "this is where I used to live."
But I guess it was my house again, because we all started having a party there. During it, I decided to write a LiveJournal update and tell everyone I was pregnant, because I'd been keeping it a secret.
I wrote that I felt like the pregnancy was a bad dream, and that I would just wake up.
I guess I did.
Really, this is mainly an excuse to use my new Coffy icon. Which is a great, great, movie. Pam Grier is the shit.
I'm surprised at how well I'm doing with keeping up with my writing. Go, me.