My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.

Mar 29, 2006 22:08

Carl LaRue had a dream about me. He went to IHOP and I was there eating all alone. So he came over, we ate, then I left with no goodbye and made him pay the check, which he remembers as pissing him off.
It's odd.
I guess that's no weirder then Jasmine's Dream where I beat someone to death with weapons.
Actually, yes it is. I've hit people a lot more than I've been to IHOP.
I want to go to IHOP. Some one should take me.
Melkdy's supposed to take me bowling.
I should really start driving. Then I can do these things without having to inconveniance others by making them come.
I wrote a bad poem.
I found out, my name is actually spelled the right way to mean what it means in Jew.
Shana is Irish.
And Shaynah is a derivative of Shayna.
I feel better knowing that my name isn't misspelled.
I should go...
Farewell my Loves
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