This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

Friday, July 02, 2004

Today I awoke from a disturbing dream. A dream that was so bad I don't want to mention it here.
I called raymi b4 i even opened my eyes to make sure she was ok. She wasn't there.
the dream made me think. i got outta bed put on some pants and walked out the door. i walked through the forest to get to the plaza.
i was planning on making a surprize basket for raymi, i was gonna get her some shampoo and conditioner, some cream, massage oil, some fireworks, and a journal so she could document our trip to panama.
when i got to the pharmacy i was relieved to see her, knowin that she was ok, she seemed really happy to see me too.
i kissed her and i walked out the door and didn't even buy anything, i don't know what was wrong with me then, i should have stayed and shopped with her, i should have said hello to her dad, but the thing is i was too afraid, to afraid of what i don't know.
i came home and she was on the phone. Yelling at me for being as rude to her as i was, i admit it was rude to just leave like that, but i don't know what was happening it felt like a dream, like nothing saw was real. Am i dreaming now? Is this for real?

i picked up the news paper, and not to sound paranoid, i read about Saddam, i cant believe they are showing video of his trial. Its stupid, he is there with no lawyer to speak for him. He is most likely sending out code through his actions or words, to his minions telling them when to strike and how, GW, get a brain and take that shit off the airways, am i the only person that is seeing this, am i totally bonkers?

killed softly at 7/02/2004 04:08:00 PM

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