Close encounters of the weird kind and the good kind too from the past 24 hours..
You sort them out-
2 different friends told me that they prayed for me over the weekend.
1 friend told me that he wanted to take a bath with me an hour ago.
An old friend from high school told me that she blames me for every bad thing that ever happened to her in high school.
A backstabbing co-worker told me that she "loves me like a sister" today.
3 of my exs either called or emailed today.(Only one of whom I even respect as a human being.)
This guy from the x-ray department has a mad crush on me and keeps hanging around and asking if the reason I won't flirt back is because he's "fat and black." My response is "No it's because your WIFE is."
A certain Canadian duck lists my blog as his favorite work of fiction. I guess you have to be local to realize that yes I am this pathetic and peculiar in real life.
Last night at exactly midnight my not-so-evil siamese star twin called and woke me up. Immediately following our conversation I fell back asleep and had the following dream:
In this night time chimera, my grandmother (whom I love more than anyone on earth) had died. Apparently I decided to sever her head from the corpse and keep it. My family ofcourse was in a tizzy trying to find it and figure out who the sick culprit was.
As for me, I hid her head in various places around my house and no one knew except for my not-so-evil siamese star twin who was wearing a Daoist Priest robe through out the remainder of the dream. During the dream I felt like it was perfectly ok for me to keep my grandmother's bloody decomposing head lying upon my shelf like a bookend or something. Ofcourse today I woke up and felt like some sick fucking freak. I called her on my lunch break to tell her that I love her and that I'm sorry that I haven't been to see her lately. I was so disturbed by the dream that I almost want to tell her, but I am afraid that she'll just get confused and think that I am trying to kill her to collect upon my inheritance.
2 different friends told me that they prayed for me over the weekend.
1 friend told me that he wanted to take a bath with me an hour ago.
An old friend from high school told me that she blames me for every bad thing that ever happened to her in high school.
A backstabbing co-worker told me that she "loves me like a sister" today.
3 of my exs either called or emailed today.(Only one of whom I even respect as a human being.)
This guy from the x-ray department has a mad crush on me and keeps hanging around and asking if the reason I won't flirt back is because he's "fat and black." My response is "No it's because your WIFE is."
A certain Canadian duck lists my blog as his favorite work of fiction. I guess you have to be local to realize that yes I am this pathetic and peculiar in real life.
Last night at exactly midnight my not-so-evil siamese star twin called and woke me up. Immediately following our conversation I fell back asleep and had the following dream:
In this night time chimera, my grandmother (whom I love more than anyone on earth) had died. Apparently I decided to sever her head from the corpse and keep it. My family ofcourse was in a tizzy trying to find it and figure out who the sick culprit was.
As for me, I hid her head in various places around my house and no one knew except for my not-so-evil siamese star twin who was wearing a Daoist Priest robe through out the remainder of the dream. During the dream I felt like it was perfectly ok for me to keep my grandmother's bloody decomposing head lying upon my shelf like a bookend or something. Ofcourse today I woke up and felt like some sick fucking freak. I called her on my lunch break to tell her that I love her and that I'm sorry that I haven't been to see her lately. I was so disturbed by the dream that I almost want to tell her, but I am afraid that she'll just get confused and think that I am trying to kill her to collect upon my inheritance.