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We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep...
well the trip itself was shitty. some little punks that parked next to me at the currency exchange dented my car and didnt say a damn word. so over all thats five dents in my car? are there more? answer is yes of course, i just dont want to think about it. why must EVERYONE hit my car? i mean, what did it do to you? i am so tired of people hitting it. i mean, i bought the whole car out-right, brand new, never got in an accident nor ticket...so why take out your anger on this little car??!! it is trying so hard to be good!! it had such a promising future!!!
fuckers.
i forgot to get onto 696...jeff didnt help with directions at all and he knew i needed help.
i hit something random on the road, perhaps. something flew past my window so i assume i hit it, though didnt feel it. while checking out to see if there was any missing pieces to my car the humidity made my hair all frizzy. Jeff and i had several disturbing conversations, one where he mentioned to me that Greg and Jen, his girlfriend, have broken up. Greg wanting a bit of a chat called jeff at one in the morning. interesting...then, to ward off more crankiness, delusions, and overall mental break-down, i followed a sign for Tim H's, thinking that coffee and food would be excellent, and the sign lied to me. nooooo tim's anywhere.
fuckers.
the play was excelent. i had tears it was so beautiful. Mr. Hutt's last performance. he waved goodbye as he walked off stage.
i can not get out of stratford. it's a fact. there are signs everywhere but none give a direction, thus there is a lot of turning around and confusing the driver--being jeff. the sky opened and the rain poured and poured. blanketed us. could not see five feet ahead of us. i think i freaked jeff out.
finally, crossing into the usa was no problem, which he and i expected there to be. but damn it all when there was no currency exchange on the other side of the super scary bridge.
Fuckers!!
landing in livonia, we went to bravo, where our waiter was hysterically funny. completely scattered and flustered, his laugh was so high it could have tickled the moon.
in the safety of my own home i began to play with my new ipod and organizing the old one. the new one wont do the things i want it to!! fucker!!
all right, there are so many more twists and turns i can not even state them all without getting more worked up.
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep...
well the trip itself was shitty. some little punks that parked next to me at the currency exchange dented my car and didnt say a damn word. so over all thats five dents in my car? are there more? answer is yes of course, i just dont want to think about it. why must EVERYONE hit my car? i mean, what did it do to you? i am so tired of people hitting it. i mean, i bought the whole car out-right, brand new, never got in an accident nor ticket...so why take out your anger on this little car??!! it is trying so hard to be good!! it had such a promising future!!!
fuckers.
i forgot to get onto 696...jeff didnt help with directions at all and he knew i needed help.
i hit something random on the road, perhaps. something flew past my window so i assume i hit it, though didnt feel it. while checking out to see if there was any missing pieces to my car the humidity made my hair all frizzy. Jeff and i had several disturbing conversations, one where he mentioned to me that Greg and Jen, his girlfriend, have broken up. Greg wanting a bit of a chat called jeff at one in the morning. interesting...then, to ward off more crankiness, delusions, and overall mental break-down, i followed a sign for Tim H's, thinking that coffee and food would be excellent, and the sign lied to me. nooooo tim's anywhere.
fuckers.
the play was excelent. i had tears it was so beautiful. Mr. Hutt's last performance. he waved goodbye as he walked off stage.
i can not get out of stratford. it's a fact. there are signs everywhere but none give a direction, thus there is a lot of turning around and confusing the driver--being jeff. the sky opened and the rain poured and poured. blanketed us. could not see five feet ahead of us. i think i freaked jeff out.
finally, crossing into the usa was no problem, which he and i expected there to be. but damn it all when there was no currency exchange on the other side of the super scary bridge.
Fuckers!!
landing in livonia, we went to bravo, where our waiter was hysterically funny. completely scattered and flustered, his laugh was so high it could have tickled the moon.
in the safety of my own home i began to play with my new ipod and organizing the old one. the new one wont do the things i want it to!! fucker!!
all right, there are so many more twists and turns i can not even state them all without getting more worked up.