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| 03.20.04 (9:58 pm) [edit] |
Well, back in effect, y'all. It's 11:34 on a Saturday night, and I am blissfully hanging out with dogs and myself. I just watched an '80's movie with Kenny Rogers and a 16 yr old Diane Lane, called Six Pack. It was awesome, of course. It was totally terrible, therefore, [b]awesome[/b]. The tape was labeled "Runaway Bride", so I thought I was getting myself into some cheesy-ass Juila Roberts romantic comedy shit, but lo and behold, I was confronted with a gold-chain, sweat suit-wearing Kenny Rogers...Playing a race car driver. It was destiny. They mentioned Dale Earnhardt (he was a "racer"), and actually Michael Moore worked behind the scenes. I dont know if its THE Michael Moore, but I bet it was, cuz that's how life is. It was great.
I am sleepy but I really wish I had the energy to tell about my fucked up dreams last night. Involving me in Ithaca in the winter...I was not me, though. I was some girl who's father molests her, so I found a gun and was shooting at him one night when I couldnt take it anymore, and my sister and brothers were all around and my sister was holding him up and he was bleeding and wearing a flannel plaid shrit. I ran outta the house (giant house that was falling apart-WHERE were we? I think upstate, but not Ithaca yet). I took off running, in my nightgown and bare feet(?). My sister came after me. We were running away, I'm pretty sure. We were afraid he would kill us if he found us. We were running down a street, but it was more like floating really fast-and we came upon a little lake or river, and a golf course on its shores. There were some trees, and we tried hiding in and around them and some bushes, but we could still be seen by anyone on the road. Finally we found a broken down old fence, but it was still high enough for us to hide behind. It was night, like I said, and now no linger winter but a muggy evening with cloudy sky (like its been here lately). We hear him catching up to us-and I think our mom or brothers were with him-I dont know if they were trying to let us knwo of his whereabouts, or if they didnt know why I went crazy....And that's all of that one. I remember the molesting....I rememebr being turned on by it. I rememebr masturbating earlier in the dream, thinking about "my father". [i][b]HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT??!?!!![/b][/i] WTF??!! Maybe its skewed memories from that movie I saw a few nights ago...That murder movie with Keanu Reeves and Cate Blanchett...You kniw how the crazy guy has those wierd dad issues? UUggghh. I just got chills.
Anyway.....I am just not feeling inspired anymore to write tonight. I wish I had had more time earlier, before Meghan came and got me.
Life withuot a car is hard, especially when you live just close enough to the grocery store to drive there and back quickly--but walking, being there, and walking back would take over 2 hours altogether, probably. All cuz the dogs ran outta food. And I absolutely[b] have[/b] to get Noah a buncha crickets tomorrow. Its been like 2 days since he was supposed to get his 1st dose of 'em (he's M's bearded dragon).
O.k. I gots ta poop. Good time to go. Peace to tha Middle East!!!! :!:
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