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i desperately need to do laundry. so much so that i was even dreaming about it. actually, the dream was way more involved. i was at my mom's house. my room was exactly how i had left it; clothes still hanging up in the closet, still folded in the drawers. i was supposed to be getting ready to leave. we were all going somewhere. somewhere big. i had to look good. but i had no clean laundry, so i starting tearing through my drawers and closet, seeing if my high school clothes retained any semblance of style over the years. i even remembered that (in real life) beaux wanted me to find my '95 yearbook from buena. the last place i left it was in that closet, so i looked while i was trying to find an outfit. despite the fact that i knew molly and manda were on their way over, i abandoned my mission of getting dressed and decided the best possible thing for me to do at that moment would be to masturbate. since closing the door was not high on my priority list, it should not come as a surprise that they ultimately walked in and caught me. only they weren't alone. they had rhiannon potkey with them. (i don't know why either). then i went on a bike ride through the city (which was right outside the door to the house but looked uncannily like downtown san jose). at this point, i'm still not dressed, but it's ok because molly couldn't figure out how to "strap on her blades." apparently she wanted to go for a rollerblade. but i really wrote about that entire dream just because i thought it was hilarious that molly said "strap on my blades."
modest mouse tonight. i had completely forgotten. the ex-girlfriend's brother bought us tickets for christmas. good times.
modest mouse tonight. i had completely forgotten. the ex-girlfriend's brother bought us tickets for christmas. good times.