shinracorp

My emotions these past couple weeks have been up and down. right now im taking a break from a cleaning binge that needs to be done for tomorrow. I feel lonely and then other times i just dont give a fuck.

Im sad that more people didnt come and hang out at the boston tattoo convention. i had fun. i ended up in jp later that night and drank too much sho chu. and i had to move my friends girlfriend into his house yesterday, that kinda sucked.

I found a pizza place down the street from my work where they have a pizza called the juggernaut. it has on it... mac & cheese bites, chicken fingers, pepperoni, jalapeno poppers, and mozzarella sticks, and 2 types of cheese. it comes with a health disclaimer. haha i need to try it even though im on a diet.

I cut out been on the weeknights and last week i lost 4 lbs just from doing that. i may continue this trend even though i love beer.

Oooooooooooo its time! I had another fucked up dream on saturday night.

My brother and I were looking for the restaurant and so we were driving around. We could not find it but got lost in some neighborhood that we had never seen before. We heard people in one of the backyards so we decided to go back and ask them if they knew where it was. They didnt, and they seemed kinda off... in a inbred sorta way. The head of the household was called the matriarch in my dream even though it was a guy. The whole family just kind of stared at us. We decided to leave to go find this place ourselves and on the way out my brother for some reason pulled out a skateboard and started skating on the lawn. THe matriarch came outside and my brother accidently knocked him over. The matriarch fell over and had a heart attack and died on the front lawn. We freaked and didnt know what to do but decided to tell the family. We knocked on the door and told them what had happened. They told us that it was ok but that we had to stay for the funeral. So as we stood there on the front lawn they started a funeral pyre and banged drums out on upside down wheel barrows. It was at that instance that i realized that they were going to kill us and that we needed to run. I started running and i tried to get my brothers attention but he wasnt paying attention to me and i started running down the street hoping that he would follow. He didnt. I was trying to hide behind peoples houses because i knew the family would soon realize that i was gone. I kept on going into backyards and little kids were swimming in pools and jumping on trampolines even though it must have been 3 a.m. I saw the family running down the street and then i saw one of them running near me with a super soaker. he shot me in the face with it, at which time i realized that it was alcohol and he them lit a lighter and blew flames at me from his mouth. I lit on fire and half of my face burned off, to the bone. I thought i looked like ghost rider or scorpion form mortal kombat. Anyway, i could find my brother so i somehow got home, i could not sleep but i was laying in bed trying to get a hold of him and everytime i tried to call i would get weird ringtones or static. fucked up things kept on happening to the phone. I got through to him a couple times but we got cut off. Finally i tried one more time and he said "Steve, come find me, i dont want to be alone right now." i asked him "where are you" and he told me that it didnt matter, so obviously i say "it does matter, if i dont know where you are how can i come and get you?" he replied "i just dont want to be alone tonight," quietly.

This is when i woke up sweating, and tearing... and i realized that in my dream he was dead and that the static was from some sort of distortion ala silent hill or white noise or something of the same ilk. my dreams are too screwed up.

on a lighter note, my car has been driving good and there isnt anything going on that i can really, truly, complain about.