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Jan 11, 2005 11:59

I hate packing. Absolutely hate it. I dont have to work till 5 tonight. Thats a relief. I move out tomorrow afternoon. I'm kind of sad in a way. Things change. People change. I'm not that little rebellious 16 year old anymore. I like my parents. I like the feeling of being home. But, I'm not getting any younger.

I wish for a spontaneous moment when I can drop everything I'm doing and just go. Anywhere. For 3 or 4 days. Without a plan. I just wish there was someone to go with.

I went to the doctors today. They checked my moles. I'm cancer free. For now.

I had a dream about you a couple nights ago. You invited me over. But your house had changed, it was absolutely gorgeous and huge. We found a dead girl in your pool. The rest of the dream was like a mystery series, trying to find out what happened to this girl in the pool. We came to the conclusion that she was eaten by a snake and then regurgatated into your pool. We lauged and smoked some cigarettes. Then I woke up and got ready for work.

You make me crazy. Why....
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