how do i dream this crap up?
5:53 p.m. - 2006-08-18

this week flew by. it feels like i just had a day off and now sunday is only a couple o' days away. rock, rock on.
work wasn't bad today, aside from kim having another one of her temper tantrums. i swear, i've never seen a more immature adult. she's 36, and still she has fits like a 10-year-old. and she seriously needs to take an anger management course, before she pushes me over the edge. she's only pushed me that far once or twice, and apparently i kind of scared her in my reaction. not because i was violent or anything, but because i actually commanded her to quit it or get out of my face. i'm usually so nice and quiet. it takes an especially aggravating person to piss me off that much. i hate feeling that angry. anyhow!
i saw not one, but TWO great danes today! and they were the biggest dogs i've ever seen. george was a dane and don't get me wrong, he was a big boy. but these pooches were utterly massive. and *totally* cute. i wanted to give them big hugs. however, i was working and could not. but oh, someday, doggies! you will down the street and i will run to meet you with open arms!
i had such a terrifying dream last night. i mean, the nightmare from the night before was admittedly more frightening, but last night's was certainly up there on the "crazy shit" list. i was trying to get to a particular office on the 8th or 9th floor of this college campus hall for some information i needed. it was this whole crazy conspiracy-like deal, mixed with the just-out-of-a-coma-and-clueless concept.
i met this handsome guy in the lobby area and we were talking, flirting a bit, and he offered to come with me to the office (because it was nighttime and a little creepy). after the 4th flight of stairs, the stair arrangement became um...hard to follow. on the of flights was backwards (labrynth-style) so we had to hop and twist and climb to it. the next flight was a different challenge and then the one after that was monkey bars from one flight to the next. 7th flights up. so, like, if you fell, you died. the guy went first but then he got weird and started goofing off halfway across, teasing me by letting go with one arm, then switching, that kind of crap. i pleaded with him to stop, saying it wasn't funny. then he swirled around to face me, swinging by one arm, and put on this look of shock, eyes wide, mouth open. it wasn't real fear, though -- he was just fucking with me. and then he just let go. he died instantly upon hitting the floor. it was then that i realized that everybody was in on this conspiracy and none of them wanted me to find any answers.
i know it was just a dream. a very complex and actually kinda cool dream...but the thing is, i can still see that guy's face. he had been so normal and in the dream i'd been wanting to ask him out. but then he showed his real purpose when i wasn't expecting it at all. and the look on his face right before he intentionally let go...ahh! disturbing!!
i should try writing scary stories again sometime.

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I am: 23 years old, living in sunny CA, sassy, silly and open-minded

loves: laughter, sunshine, animals, pretty music, my ultra-cute boyfriend, art, and all things chocolate

hates: war, months of nonstop rain, bugs in my kitchen, closed-mindedness, and expensive stuff i want but can't afford