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Jan. 12th, 2007 | 12:42 am
mood: ecstaticecstatic
music: Jump Little Children "Body Parts"

Last night's dreams were totally effed up. First, I was trying to get to a mall in Greensboro, parked in the parking lot, then followed tons of teenagers on a meandering sidewalk that was actually about 1/2 mile away from the building. It was supposedly about 8:00 p.m. and I was concerned about walking back in the dark, but then convinced myself that it would be similarly crowded on the way back once I had purchased my stuff. I finally arrived at the mall building; to the left of the (now raised 20 feet above the ground) sidewalk was a Toys 'R Us, and the rest of it was on the right. Apparently, customers had to enter through the top floor of the Toys 'R Us, then go below to get to the rest of the mall; but instead of elevators and stairs, there were bizarre machines that looked like a mix between a Stairmaster and a merry-go-round, and each customer had to figure out how to use them to actually descend to the lower floors. My machine was painted bright red, and I couldn't get it to work. I spun in circles until I got dizzy, and discovered that the employees were watching me with contempt/amusement, and customers in their 40s were watching me for tips on how to work the machines.

Then somehow I was observing some sort of 1960s women's baking club meeting at a house that could easily have appeared in this book. The women were dressed in hideous bold red and green clothing, and some of them had lemon-yellow bouffants. The baking project of the day called for each woman to bake a cake shaped like a giant piece of pie. Hahaha, yes. The finished pie-cakes had gawdy, bold icing that matched the house and clothing. Apparently, one of the women was disturbed or something, because she started to attack another woman by stabbing her in the cheek with a needle. Then she went completely batshit and threw her kelly green pie-cake at the woman she had just stabbed, and everyone else was trying to pull the crazy woman off of her.

And then I woke up, and about 2 minutes later the FedEx guy delivered my MacBook. But today has been so crazy that I haven't even opened the box.

Tomorrow will be the best day ever! I am taking Sam to a Christmas potluck that was postponed by a month, which offers a great reason to leave work early. Then Stephen, Caroline, Emily, Sam, Snapper, maybe Chris, and me are convening at Tyler's Taproom (the Durham one) in the evening for much beer. You should come too if you live in Durham. I probably won't play with my Macbook much until Saturday.

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Comments {1}

.Charming Catastrophes & Delightful Disasters.

Well Hello...

from: cherry_vomit
date: Jan. 12th, 2007 10:16 pm (UTC)

Noticed you liked Frito pies..

PS. Cake shaped like a giant piece of pie, sounds delicious.

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