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[sil_vous_plait]

apparently i'm a psycho bitch not just in my dreams, but in my mother's as well. her dream took place in what was supposed to be our redington house but actually looked more like our old house in new jersey, with long dark corridors and a dark cellar. out of this dark cellar came an outpouring of mean-looking stray cats, one of which looked like sandy and was supposed to be the leader of the pack or something, and the most threatening. so my mom's all creeped out by these cats when i show up suddenly and the cat that looks like sandy jumps on my face or something and starts clawing at me. i grab it, curse it, and throw it on the ground, it jumps back on my face and then i grab it and start smashing its head against the wall. my mom turns away from this ugly scene and when things finally quiet down, she turns to me and asks, "where's the cat?" i pick up its bloody tail that's been severed from its body and say "here it is!" she asks where's the rest of the body, i say i stuffed it in my backpack wanna see?, she says no, the dream ends. she recounted to me these fictional events while standing in the cat food aisle at publix and called me Killer for the rest of our conversation. i love my mom.

what's with me and cracking skulls lately?

i've been kind of surrounded by romantic prospects the past several weeks (and i use the word prospects somewhat loosely of course)... ok, one of those prospects is here right now so i'll have to continue this later...