Saturday, May 28, 2005

Another late night, and I can't sleep.
The past three days I've been staying up 'till three, sleeping 'till one and feeling useless. We had a barbeque party thing tonight, and it was fun. I was glad to have people around, but at the same time I just wanted to be alone. The fetal position is only comforting when no one's watching.
Work called to ask where I put our second unlocking tool. Thirty some-odd games were stolen today. When you start taking theft personally, you know it's time to find a new job.
Chris will be waking up in four hours, and I've laid beside him twice only to get up again and stare at this screen.
It's too bad I've stopped doing drugs. They sure would make lonely late nights a little more fun.

.:dr0wningophelia:. 23:22 | |


Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Strange dream:
I've gone to visit someone
We head to the backyard
Through the fence a woman shoots a gun at all the people in the backyard
There are just as many people on her side but she doesn't aim for any of them
No one on my side is hit
I wake up surrounded by people and want to tell them all about my dream
When I get the first sentence out they've heard it all before and start laughing
My mom starts telling what happened after I passed out at the gunfight
She's become a hero
I keep searching the room for Steph and Chris
Chris will be mad if he sees
My hand is touching a strange man's thigh, how did it get there
All the people in the room get up to leave
I begin walking along a city street
There are so many people
I try to look at all of them
Still searching for Chris and Steph
There she is on the side of the street
I run to her
'I'M LOST,' I say
I feel as though every morning will start out the same
I want us to have a place to meet just incase
She has a secret plan but tells me what she's having for lunch today
'PLUS A LINE OF COKE,' she says
She knows I'll follow her
A strange looking person bumps into me
'YOU PROMISED,' they scream over and over
He says he's Chris but I don't believe him
I insist on searching his body for clues
I see his tattoo and begin to believe
The body is Chris but the face has been tortured
Chris and I sneak into a house and hide under a table
He plays music for me and has soft dancing lights
He says he watched me for a time before approaching me on the street
'I SAW YOU LOOKING AROUND, YOU LOOKED AT EVERYONE, THE OTHER SMILING GUYS,
EVERY NOW AND THEN I THOUGHT YOU SAW ME,' he says
Chris suddenly looks scared
Out the windows there are cows looking in
The music and lights have drawn their attention
Chris and I begin to run
The cows destroy the walls of the house, trying to get to us
I ask him how to find him the next day incase I go to sleep and lose myself
Before he can answer I wake up again

.:dr0wningophelia:. 10:36 | |


Monday, May 16, 2005

Alright blog, I know I've been neglecting you. But you can't leave... you NEED me.
Today Steph and I had the privelege of hanging out with one of the coolest dudes on the planet: Bill. We had a late breakfast at Pete's, went pencil sharpener and shoe shopping, and shaved Bill's head. All in all a great day.
My dad came home to an empty house, finding human hair strewn about the back patio, and called to make sure I was okay. He told me his first thought after discovering the follicle invasion was that Chris had left me, and I decided to chop off all my hair in a panic. Isn't he sweet, the little worry-wart.
Tomorrow is our six-month anniversary. I'm not sure that we're going to celebrate, though I'd love to (in fact, I'd be a little (lot) hurt if we didn't). I've more than hinted that I'd like to go out. It doesn't have to be fancy -- Tuesdays are 50 cents at the dollar movies; picnics are free -- but a date would just be loverly.

.:dr0wningophelia:. 21:44 | |