yet another dream...

I'm at an Indian restaurant with some people, I dig into my entree, and when I am several bites into it I sense something is not right... is this made of wheat flour? I approach the kitchen staff... "it is? I can't eat it... it's alright, I can't eat it" and I walk away, thinking about how I am going to pay later for that transgression and how I am annoyed that it was not by choice.

a dream...

I dreamt last night that I was in an accounting office, not unlike the one where I used to work as an admin, when, as I was leaving, I remembered to stop off in supplies to steal a solitary yellow college-ruled pad of paper. I remembered the image just now as I began yet another problem set, yet another MCAT review chapter requiring yet another sheet of that precious yellow paper, so quickly and perilously dwindling...

WANTED!

A hit and run killer, at Kent and Flushing… hit and RUN, black chevy blazer, looking at her pictures on myspace, that’s her with her bike, the one she got mowed down on, she was covered in tattoos, one of a huge bloodshot blue eye cross her chest, couldn’t take my eyes off it, they say she loved life, loved every body, she says she’s “allergic to white boys” - but that’s not me, or is it?

because I laughed

CamelToeReport - this guy is brutal but has a good sense of humor from my perspective - I was looking up the anatomy of camel's hump and found the site