This is a special drunken diary update because Jen-Jen said so...
There is more weirdness in my subconscious than I really like lately. Today I dreamed that Miranda and Lauren were travelling with me in a Winnebago...and we were going all over the country. I know that this stems from my want to take everyone to Nationals in a mobile home type thing, but everyone else was missing...before I went to sleep I remember thinking about the conversations Taz, Tapestry and Will would have on the way there...but they were conspicously missing from this dream. Jesus, the wierdness that ensued from just the three of us travelling in this dream was enough though!
It's almost as if we were paranormal investigators for a living. Everywhere there was weird shit going on that it seemed only we could handle. The sexual tension in the dream was a little too much to be real though, as Miranda is not attracted to me in real life...some things are blessings...
Since Jen told me that she demanded a diary entry and then decided to split...let's bad mouth her for a second...ummm...nevermind, I don't really have anything bad to say about her...back to pointless rambling.
Of course, this means I can take my bloody time with this, thank god...I really need to eat something before my mind can really work well...
Now that I've had a baked potatoe and a cigarette, I've decided to leave this entry with another old poem, because that's the mood I'm in...
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Me Being A Self-Indulgent Asshole
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It's 2:30 am
And I'm having one of those stereotypical nights
Driving around
Smoking a clove cigarette
Listening to The Cure
And crying over spilt sperm
"Ain't Love grand?" he said
As if I would know anymore
It's been so long since I've had
Anything but fuck-buddies
I'm beginning to doubt
If I would recognize what Love is
Searching too hard for it
In cobwebbed courners
Of a kitchen cabinet called Oklahoma
Sudden;y I realize I'm on the
Wrong side of Lindsey from where I want to be
Have to stop myself from looking at house numbers
It's not as if I want to see Her
I can't even deal with my little failures right now
What the hell would I say
To my single greatest personal failure anyway?
"Hi...
"Um...
"Have you heard the lastest Tori song yet?"
Think again dipshit
It's now 4 am
I'm on my back patio
Drinking wine
Smoking a cigarette
Still listening to The Cure
And thinking about the time
That got lost in the translation
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There you go...g'night
~MattMagus
