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So here's the dealio. I am coming back to Xangaland... even if that means i am only going to be talking to myself. I don't mind talking to myself. I think I am my favorite person to talk to. Srsly, I tell myself everything. Today I caught myself reminiscing about the old days. Ya know, before Myspace became the faddish ( ? ) thing to try on. I miss sending my rants out onto the interweb. Now I mostly just rant to my cats.
BTW I think Cookie is depressed. Also I keep having these reoccuring dreams about my dead cat, Oyster. In my dream I was visiting my aunt in the city and not even an hour after we arrived there was a lil pattering at the door and it was Oyster! We chillaxed for a few and then I woke up. I was real happy. I was still pretty drunk with sleep so I didn't realize it was just a dream until after i ran through the house calling his name. Needless to say I was pretty upset that my cat had infact not risen from his grave.
Maybe I will just keep this as a lil dream journal. I used to have one. But I could never really understand what i was talking about. It was filled with lil things like "and and then i uh went to that place that i went there and then he was there and then he turned into a dragon and ate my dog and i was like all 'wtf man you ate my dog' and then something happened that i can't remember scribble scribble"
Also I have been making a lot of mix cds lately. If you would like me to make you one I would love that because I have absolutely nothing better to do.
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| | Posted 1/28/2007 12:05 AM - 1 comments
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