Bullet in the Back
I had the most vivid dream of being shot in the back last night.
I was in a car with a lot of packages. I think it was christmas shopping. I was sitting in the backseat waiting for the driver (not sure who) to come back to the car. And these two suspicious guys were checking out the car. so I locked all the doors but the back left one I didn’t get to in time. The guido tryed to open the door and we both struggled over it until he pulled out a gun. I turned to the right to jump out the other side, looked down at the door handle trying to grab it, and got shot in the middle of the back right below the curve. and it felt so real. It was the strangest sensation. I mean, it was painful obviously. But there wasn’t as much blood as I thoguht there would be and I could feel the bullet, not the hole….
Then I ended up being okay after a brief stay in the hospital, but I was let down by the fact that my sister and mom didn’t come see me in the hospital. None of you came either. Although I think Laura called me or something and, yeah, Cynthia stopped by and made fun of me. That was nice.
Just talking about it, the spot on my back is buggin out.
send me some friggin’ flowers or something assholes!
November 13th, 2005 at 3:22 pm
Do you know how hard it is to astral project into a dream in New York… I mean really.
I once had a dream that i was shot in the chest and i woke up with an actual piercing pain in that spot, it was weird.
November 13th, 2005 at 6:27 pm
how about i just come visit you on my way home?
November 14th, 2005 at 12:05 pm
Come visit me on your way home! And bring something Japanese! not a person though. When my roommates father was a soldier he brought a person home from Japan, and now he’s my roommates father….
November 14th, 2005 at 7:08 pm
ok havent you ever heard that built to spill song? no one wants to hear about your dreams unless it’s about them, i prefer blogs that are more like the last one- the airing of one’s personal dirty laundry with the intent to hurt-yep, definitely a more fitting style for you, and anyway i thought you were just being coy when you said to quit texting-no means maybe right? see you at work, well actually you won’t see me cause i’ll be like hiding in the dark or something
November 14th, 2005 at 7:10 pm
ok now that i wrote that, i went to look for that post-did you delete it you little sissy, how will anyone know how hilarious i am if they can’t read the post-whatever nice bikini
November 15th, 2005 at 7:01 pm
Nope, put that Crown down and look again, that blog is still there. And I’m definately still being stalked by that loser who does not know I have a blog. Maybe I should tell him……..
Quit texting me Amanda. I’ll hide your Crown Royal under the bench where you watch me from. wear a bikini under your trench coat this time. and don’t try to touch my leg when I walk by, its tittilating and distracting…..
November 16th, 2005 at 2:58 am
Ok as if i didn’t have enough reasons to fly my tan ass up to nyc, now you’re going to make me add a visit to the nyc department of corrections cause if i hear anymore about that middle aged midget giving you trouble he’s really gonna find out how to piss a bitch off quick…that being to relentlessly mess with her dearest, oldest companion. so what did we talk about last time?!!! implement that advice now. and i will, in roughly 12 hours, if needed, become your supreme bitch of a bodyguard.
November 16th, 2005 at 9:07 am
you can’t have a tan in NYC unless you’re a stripper.