Thursday, January 29, 2004

nightmares

alright. so some people know about one of my biggest fears...
my car getting towed. it's happened. it's happened to my beautiful, well, once beautiful, mitsubishi and i have no clue where it is, but someone is enjoying a mighty fine stereo and cd player while i have to hook up a portable one through a tape deck in my soccer mom's vehicle...with this now made public...

i have this really odd habit of running to the window to see if my car is still there at random points of the day. and when i hear a loud, big vehicle i assume it's a tow truck and check to make sure my car is safe. the big noise tends to be UPS, or huge trucks realizing like jackasses they ended up in the shortest culdesac known to man...but i have my reasons for being senile.

this morning i woke up to this god aweful scraping sound. i look outside my window and see a tow truck! i freak the fuck out get up and look harder and realize they are towing a car next to me, but not mine. sigh of relief. i was about to run down stairs and raise some hell.


ok, now on to my actual dream. my family was in it. my brothers, my father, my step mom, and my really mean grandmother. there were some other random people there from the past too.

there was this dude that i carpooled with when working a really shit job. my ex and i would ride to work in his truck that looked like a fucking cow. it was tiny, and it was all white with one black door and a black bed, so it looked like a cow...well he was in my dream and i spilled water on his leather jacket and he got pissed. but the jacket had little cartoon cows on it so i realized he deserved to have it ruinned. it was a gay jacket.

the worst part of the dream was i was putzing in the bathroom and combing my hair when all of a sudden two chunks (huge chunks) fell out. oh my god. i started testing the rest of it, but didn't want to pull at it for fear that i would loose it all. fuckina i have really thin hair already. it was scary. ok. enough for now until i remember anything else. my roommate says i rant...but i just tell it like it is dammit.

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