So after I woke up, seriouslyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy sad (the dream I had was SO disturbing that I'm saving it for a private post), I specifically picked out a couple of notoriously funny friends, and found their funny friends in an attempt to find SOMETHING FUNNY. But o no. None of those journals worked, and my mission was scrooged. Instead, I found some of the most inane sheize ever 'published' in the history of...writing. Or something. No one uses these as journals. Mkay, some do; but for the most part, it's some type of new information exchange, wherein everyone tries to out-clever the next person, and they're all entertained by things like chicken nuggets and Ontario.
I don't get it. But I don't think I'm supposed to.
But ... but ... THAT CAT'S ABOUT TO GET IT.
If he crawls on top of my dresser -- in a cheap ploy to spring from the very covered top of my television to my windowsill -- one more time, he's going airborne. That, or he'll be sporting some fancy, cement shoes at the bottom of my ever so deep bathtub. Or chained to S.E.'s door. Something. I know he knows what no means. I'm not going to say no like that anymore because I'm almost hoarse from saying it all night. And if my FEET are attacked even once more, God only knows what I'll do about all that. Um yeah. That love affair was almost as short-lived as my last ex-husband. HAHAHAHA.
Okay. I respect the cat way more. He's at least smarter when he's trying to be sneaky, he's definitely not as big a pussy and has the ballage to defy/betray me to my face (even though he IS one), he's cuter, and contributes to the household a great deal more. Hahaha. There's that. Plus, now he's in my lap, he's calm, and intentionally trying to make up with me. Awwwwww (slaps self).
And so I almost made this friend's only to share the joy of my sad dream with everyone, but decided no. No one should hafta (or even be lured in to) read that. Not only was it awful, but it was...nostalgic in a bad way. A turning point dream, wherein I made a different decision in my life. I've never been one to have regrets, ever. But this dream made me question that. Um. That's not good. At least it was a valid regret-potential, and not a stupid one.
And now, the sun's up. I've been hopping back and forth, focusing on the movie in another attempt to calm down, and this entry which is stupid and pointless. Meh. BUT EVERYONE ELSE DOES IT. SO CAN *I*. There IS that.
Mkay. Gotta write that dream out before I forget a detail (all of which mean SOMEthing).
*still licking dream wounds*