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(lame arse bloggers and their lame arse admirers).... God it's great to be nobody.... Thanks God for letting me be nobody!
last night's dreams: At a school, some kid like 15 years old craps on the floor. An older kid is aspiring to fry French fries for a living. A teacher is trying to remonstrate with the floor crapper. I see bugs in my bedroom, I spray them as they are everywhere more and more. Then it's like my spray can is a novelty can that actually creates fake but realistic looking spiders so now there are actually fake spiders running around. My uncle the psychiatrist (him and his two kids really are psychiatrists in real life, in Spain), makes an appearance in my dream. I assume he has an undercurrent of anger under the exterior, kind of like in real life maybe. There are dead octopi in sand or even hardened sand, like in my bedroom, which need cleaning. When I go to clean them we're actually at the school where the kid crapped on the floor.
one of my classmates from film school, Storm, is around, I'm interested to get with her. I can't believe, right now writing this, what a pathetic wus I became when I was in my early 20s, and generally what a stupid douche my temporary ego for this lifetime is, really. Anyway Storm didn't take up my offer for late night tv watching so I went home to my mom and dad.
you beaut you betcha day today. Going to pick up some birthday cake for a little buddy that's a friend of the family and go make some money after that. It's the tenth anniversary of hurricane Katrina and around ten years since we left boring old east coast usa for those crazy bastards in China.
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