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[wickedflea]

Weird dreams last night. I started to type one out, but it didn't make a bit of sense. Something about going to the theatre in London with some overgrown scone-eater. Sometimes after having strange dreams, I'll try to run back through them in my head so I'll remember them. But it rarely works out very well because usually I'm still half asleep. I start trying to remember what happened in the dream, but my brain is still partly in dream mode, so it picks up and starts changing everything around--re-dreaming the dream! And it pisses me off because I want total accuracy! How dare my head go back and change the FACTS of my dream?!? It's dishonest, dishonorable, disconcerting, and dysfunctional. Stupid brain.

I can't seem to find the fast-forward button on my life. I'm lookin', but it don't seem to be there.

Who wants to come over here and have sex with Charlay Murphy?

mmmmmmmmmm, day-old coffee...

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[buscemi.livejournal.com]

Overgrown scone-eater sounds like an old Blob-type movie.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

He was kinda blobbish--actually he looked a lot like Fat Bastard from Austin Powers. He didn't tell anyone to get in his belly, but he did make us late for the play because he took so long eating at his parents' house.