BAH

[lawofar18]

MY MOM: OMG WHO GAVE YOU A RIDE THIS MORNING OMG OMG SPAZZ WTF AGHLKDFJSLAJ!!!
ME: WTF DID YOU CALL ME AT WORK JUST TO ASK ME THIS
MY MOM: OMG YOU HAVE TO DRIVE YO SISTA AROUND TO 38271987 PLACES TONIGHT BECAUSE I SAID SO
ME: WTF
MY MOM: OMG OMG OMG SPAZZ WHO HAS BEEN GIVING YOU RIDES TO WORK OMG I MUST KNOW THIS IS SO SUSPICIOUS AND WHY ARE YOU GONE ON FRIDAY NIGHTS ALL THE TIME HOW DARE YOU NOT STAY HOME ON A FRIDAY NIGHT THAT IS UNHEARD OF NO ONE GOES OUT ON FRIDAY NIGHTS YOU MUST STAY HOME OMG OMG SPAZZZZZZZZZZ AND TELL ME WHO GIVES YOU RIDES NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
ME: WTF
MY MOM: THEY BETTER BE FEMALE OMG
ME: WTF
MY MOM: OMG OMG I WILL SPEAK TO YOU LATER ABOUT THIS BUT YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION FOR THIS OMG SPAZZ AND U MUST NEVAH GO OUT AT NIGHT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CLICK
ME: WTF

TEH END

I can't wait 'til I move out.

Anyway, I had this strange dream. This random friend (who looked strangely like Amy Lee from Evanescence) was running around in the rain, looking for a job. She kept bothering people because she was cold and wet, but the only person who would give her a job was this black chick who owned a clothing store. She insisted that my friend go climb these trees and pat them down or something odd like that. At first, I told Friend not to do it because it was raining hard, but she finally did it, and then the black chick was so grateful that she let us have new clothes for free from her store. Suddenly, the store turned into a Versace store and there were flat screen TVs everywhere, and they were replaying the U.S. Nationals. Kimmie Meissner was skating around in this strange poofy shirt that looks like a shirt my aunt has. I hung around to watch BB, who was next, but then they just kept playing commercials and more commercials, including this one for TEXAS JEEPS, which had President Bush driving along in a jeep, smiling and giving a thumbs up out the window. WTF. They were about to play yet another commercial when I woke up.

I hate commercials.

Comments

Cigars and Cocaine

[tsanth.livejournal.com]

It seems obvious to me that a recurring theme in your life, as of late, is emancipation. Further, you see your job as a conduit toward that goal. Whatever odd jobs and busywork you see yourself doing is something that your subconscious believes will pay off "in the end." More than that, you envision that payoff as being so much more than what you (rationally) think it is (or could be).

It will be sweeter than you think it will be. It is so because your subconscious wills it to be so.

Side notes: you hold your aunt higher on your respect-ladder than you do your parents, and you have a fear of never seeing BB get to Great Places.

And you long for the outdoors.

And you feel like your life is continually being put on hold.

The end.

-Steve

P.S. - Yes, I'm just making all this up.

P.P.S. - By my mentioning that "[it] will be sweeter than you think it will be," I've probably already spoiled whatever surprises your subconscious had in store for you. I apologize to you and your subconscious.

Re: Cigars and Cocaine

[lawofar18.livejournal.com]

I hope you're right. About the payoff, at least. ^_~

My subconscious accepts all apologies. Subconsciously.