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November 5, 2004

A nap's dream.

ok well the first part was that there was some random psycho serial killer on the loose in or around the apartment complex that I lived in. I wasn't scared, in fact, i was pretty determined that I could take him down for the police with this little pistol I had that shoots these way-cool darts with the hot pink suction cups on them....
So after doing some running around trying to find him, I shimy under a car and lie in wait. pretty soon a group of people pass me by, and I follow the first one with my gun - john brittingham.
he says hey and we go hang out, forgetting about the serial killer entirely, and it must be like a party or something cuz there's tons of people there and a generally racus atmostphere
So anyway before long he starts talking about how he gets really bugged by me calling him "brittinam" all the time. Like this apparently is now a major roardblock to a healthy relationship between us
but like he's mad about it.
then this random (blonde) girl walks in, and mentions, "yeah, matt, and you know what else????"
and starts talking about some other crazy I don't remember what all stuff....
the kind of girl everyone else thinks is hott maybe
no those girls just piss me off usually
the big sellouts
but i digress
it really makes me mad that I don't remember what she was pissed about. I think it was like a big general character flaw that my better friends would only know about. maybe it was the fact that I haven't really been myself or making any sense or ANYTHING for the past week or two.... That might have been int
but anyway she pissed me off and so when she left I threw a loaf of bread at the top corner of the doorway so it wedged in there and the door wouldn't shut so she couldn't slam it which i must admit was pretty cool and made this fictitious girl look really dume
that's right, i said dume
and um... then she stuck her head back in for something and it looked really funny for some reason
and then I complained how that was like the 3rd person in the last little bit who was really frustrated with/at/around me
and so that was really sucky and i was being overly dramatic abou it
but then I woke up and nobody was really pissed at, at least not for stupid reasons, and it was all good

Posted by pedalboy at November 5, 2004 3:35 PM | TrackBack
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