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Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Weirdest fucking dream last night. I think it was the stale rice krispy that did it, or maybe that I promised myself an early night and still got home past 2 am. Anyway, here are the highlights:
Two couples were porn-sexing in my theatre (yeah, I had a theatre, people) and we eventually had to kick them out and the one guy ran back to explain some lame excuse (his friend's watch broke, but there was supposed to be an "allowed" public sex time)
I was talking to some guys I remember from FNV- and they were chastising me for the lack of CD's that I promised. But they were playing this song that I never put on the soundtrack. Must be eating at my conscience anyway.
My dad was hunting down some weird rabid guy who was like a human Scar (from Lion King) I guess. My dad won. But I'm not sure how.
It doesn't seem to weird now that I write it. But living it and reading it are two so very different things.
Last night, I ended up at Andrew's place, chilling with his peoples. His friend, Sandeep from Boston, who was very argumentative or at least questioning, showed up some cool video clips that reaffirms my belief that journalism wasn't for me. ("It goes WHOO WHOOO!!)
It was different for me hanging out with such regular, chill people and I really enjoyed myself. I even got an unexpected hug AND we got more info about Nordic boy. I call that a success.
12:27 PM
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