Does it mean anything if you dream of someone with scars on one side of their face and maimed arms? What if its also an extremely beautiful (to you) you member of the opposite sex and they give you nothing but sass?
I have really weird dreams...I wonder if this person is out there...
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Do you miss me??? Since I was little and saw a rather bizarre episode of Muppet Babies I have been obsessed with the constellation Orion. It has been fun tonight to watch Orion move across the sky. As a kid I would eat breakfast at a neighbors and Orion would be in the morning sky above their house. I also find myself in empathy with Orion, what with loving something out of reach. I have not been on LJ recently since work finally blocked it. Life has been pretty good. My apt. cleaned up. I bought a nice new coat. I am trying to be social and not an ass at the same time. Sometimes I really miss some people. But you know, life moves on...I guess. It is finally over!!! ...I better not get any crap at the DMV today I am on point today! I have been working at speeds not seen since I began to lose interest in my career here. I still have much to do this afternoon, but I think everything will be accomplished before "mini-vacation" which begins Wednesday. the only things that last forever are memories or sorrow... Over the years it has never ceased to amaze me how The Mamas and the Papas have so many weird sleazy stories, but this new one about Phillips and his daughter is just crazy! This whole two weeks of productivity two weeks of misery thing has got to stop. Its been going on for like a whole year now... ... herr rat's sour yams Last night I dreamed that I was an American soldier hiding out in Nazi occupied Britain. Several women from the British resistance movement were hiding me under a bridge. I was busy trying to find the correct moment when I could dart from my cover at the bridge and run into some nearbye bushes, however the constant parade of Germans and the rediculous behavior of the resistance stopped me at every turn. I sometimes flirt with Libertarian ideas, but I don't think the average American (I include myself) is psychologically capable to deal with it. Can you imagine a world without public schools where I would have to actually pay out of pocket for my grandparent's health care? I bless Ra, the fierce sun burning bright Sometimes I am shocked by my own capacity for bitterness... I have pretty much accepted the fact, that I am probably going to end up assaulting my manager in the next few weeks when the Indian guy I am training goes back and everything goes to hell. I have taught all the processes I can to this dude, but there is no way that you can teach someone to be analytical. Things are getting domestic at "the pit of doom". Yes it smells like patchouli and man-stink, and there are probably enough magical-realism and occult books present to tear a hole through the universe, but at least it is liveable. I am notoriously lazy when it comes to home improvements, so it is good to have someone around to fix things up... I have a problem. It is called gluttony. I might eat a large meal one day and it will set off a chain reaction, soon I begin to eat everything in sight.
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