today was one of those days like back in elementary school where i wanted to pretend i was sick and have my dad come pick me up and snicker with my middle finger up as we drove away. maybe i can have my mom write me a note saying i don't have to go to work anymore or swish for that matter. i haven't written in a while but it makes me feel better so i am. who knows who reads facebook blogs anyway! find a music program, select "the girl from impanema," play it while you leaf through my brain. oh and if unlike me you do not like hearing what someone dreamed about read on because i wouldn't waste your time like that.
last night i had a dream that sounds like a dream book type dream only more italian. i was flossing spinich out of my teeth then suddenly i realized i had so much in there it had filled up the sink. furthermore, in the back of my mouth were a bunch of white beans. this was after i left poppa's pizza in keansburg where they started a side business tattoo parlor on nice days when people could get tatted outside. my friend got a tattoo of a laundry basket with flowers on it. while another friend and i were waiting for our tattoos i was chatting with a customer about how i decided to go to college again, not for my masters mind you, just to try it out to see if...to see if what? i wasn't in a good place at the time the first time around? that's it so let's process. in times of stress i often dream about school. i'm usually older and have to go through the lamest school crap like coloring or math. okkkkk, would explain the college thing. how about my disclosure to the world about my spinach and white beans? having to work at cleaning or perhaps a devegetabling stabilization? the laundry basket, cleaning. flowers, i like them. my roses are infested with spidermites and i am almost rid of them. hmmm. further analysis reads that i have been spraying my roses with chemicals that smell like rotting dead vegetables. either that image or the toxins could have entered my cortex. i just don't understand the sudden change in the dreamscape. i'm usually just chillin in some magical castle filled with evils and power. i never have crap in my teeth! come on with that psych 101 stuff. what changed! i mean, ARE they doing tattoos at poppa's pizza now i don't know! it has been raining a lot and from what i have heard from people many of us are on the eve of a big change. perhaps i will indeed land a job with dental insurance and that is what this is all about, i can't really say just yet. i need help from my trusty interpreters. yous.
last night i had a dream that sounds like a dream book type dream only more italian. i was flossing spinich out of my teeth then suddenly i realized i had so much in there it had filled up the sink. furthermore, in the back of my mouth were a bunch of white beans. this was after i left poppa's pizza in keansburg where they started a side business tattoo parlor on nice days when people could get tatted outside. my friend got a tattoo of a laundry basket with flowers on it. while another friend and i were waiting for our tattoos i was chatting with a customer about how i decided to go to college again, not for my masters mind you, just to try it out to see if...to see if what? i wasn't in a good place at the time the first time around? that's it so let's process. in times of stress i often dream about school. i'm usually older and have to go through the lamest school crap like coloring or math. okkkkk, would explain the college thing. how about my disclosure to the world about my spinach and white beans? having to work at cleaning or perhaps a devegetabling stabilization? the laundry basket, cleaning. flowers, i like them. my roses are infested with spidermites and i am almost rid of them. hmmm. further analysis reads that i have been spraying my roses with chemicals that smell like rotting dead vegetables. either that image or the toxins could have entered my cortex. i just don't understand the sudden change in the dreamscape. i'm usually just chillin in some magical castle filled with evils and power. i never have crap in my teeth! come on with that psych 101 stuff. what changed! i mean, ARE they doing tattoos at poppa's pizza now i don't know! it has been raining a lot and from what i have heard from people many of us are on the eve of a big change. perhaps i will indeed land a job with dental insurance and that is what this is all about, i can't really say just yet. i need help from my trusty interpreters. yous.
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