Awake Again

The only reason she’s posted here again is that I ran across this picture when I searched for “awake” on Google. Apparently she was in a horror film about being awake.

This is kind of fitting because I had a nightmare and then woke up, after just two hours of sleep.

In the nightmare, I was in this apartment that I live in now. I was thinking about an old friend from high school, Kim, but I was scared. I tried to turn lights on, but none of them worked. I would go to sleep in the dream, and then wake up in the dream, and try to turn on lights, but again, they didn’t work. Eventually one worked outside on this porch which I really don’t have.

Read into that what you want.

I was scared of Kim when we spent time together, but I couldn’t stay away.

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Now time for some housekeeping:

(1) I’m still not smoking.

(2) About the last two posts: Psych! Relax. No pitchforks required.

(3) I’m trying out the updated Blogger editor. The last time I tried this thing is pretty much, well, it wasn’t pretty. But right now it’s okay. This is cool. I am pleased. Joe is pleased. Is. Oh, relax.

**UPDATE ABOUT THE FUCKING BLOGGER UPDATED PIECE OF SHIT EDITOR: YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK. Fuck, I hate other people’s software. Too bad I’m too lazy to actually write my own. Fuck. Excuse my French, but it decided to scramble a lot of the formatting (removal of BR/NLs) and then it simply destroyed the permalinks on some of the posts and put them as though they were posted TODAY. Wow. SHIT. I DO NOT SMOKE, I DO NOT LIKE THE SMELL OF SMOKE, I DO NOT LIKE ME SMELLING LIKE SMOKE, I DO NOT LIKE MY CAR SMELLING LIKE SMOKE, CIGARETTES ARE NASTY, NICOTINE IS A STUPID DRUG, VIVIAN DOES NOT LIKE SMOKE, MOTHER FUCKER BLOGGER OOGHHH I DO NOT SMOKE I DO NOT LIKE SMOKE I DO NOT LIKE THE SMELL OF SMOKE SMOKING IS STUPID AND NASTY VIVIAN DOES NOT LIKE SMOKE IF I EVER SEE HER AGAIN MOTHER PISS BUCKET.

I’m going to say it. This is #1’s most hated word: Pus.

This is her favorite word: Riboflavin.

Whew.

I DO NOT SMOKE. I AM NOT A SMOKER. I DO NOT LIKE TO THINK ABOUT CIGARETTES ALL THE TIME. I’M GOING TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM NOW.

Obviously I miss #1. I miss #2. I miss Danielle. I miss Rochelle (ok, I didn’t really know Rochelle… She’s #i for imaginary… Ok, she’s real. The thing was imaginary. Really impressive.).

I get to see #3! That’s cool.

I get to exchange texts with Kim. That’s cool.

This women loving is not going to play well with most women, one in particular I can think of. Since I’m not a liar, I won’t hide it. Let the chips fall where they may.