Thank you with a muchness that is large, my friends... Seeing your awesome responses will make stop and fill out those surveys sent from friends normally ignored. Ignored surveys, not ignored friends...what kind of a guy do you think I am..? 
I just woke up from a dream where I was leaving a back deck area from a bar... As I was doing so, obnoxious Yale summer students were trying to throw cigarette butts in my hair...there was obvious glee on their part having made the shot a couple of times
Having the ability to count, I didn't try anything but walked away rememberng what they looked like. Cut to sitting on patio furniture outside Studio Zee... It was myself, greyed-out best friend AmazonRed13, other staff members from inside and a small hoard of heavily pierced and tattooed townies. I remember seeing one of the Yalies walk up to one of the tattoo artists for a genuinely-interested price quote, see me and my chiming in saying, "Hey friend, where are all of your friends?" 
The dreamt-up git thanked my friend, walked back to his car, glared at me through his driver-side window and drove of. Strange... 
When I woke up, I was inordinately pissed off. How could I not be, I thought my hair was burning!?
The tossers completely remind me of the large percentile of those I attended school with through college. Nowadays rather than being annoyed or angered by leagues of halfwits I find myself in the company of, I feel mixed measures of pity and pride... In just the smallest of glances, I can plot out the entire life of these absolutely average & boring folk. In it there was nothing worth while, even worth acknowledging. In comparison, I felt warmed by the side-track color and emotional candor mine is set to. Dunno... I feel lucky of little things, even of stupid dreams involving stupid people.
Plans for my day... Make coffee! The very second I stop writing here this ritual starts. Hitting up local libraries I don't owe money to. I had browsed at Audible.com and really liked what I saw. I've been a fan of books on tape and CD for a long time. Almost as long as I've taped the audio content of movies to play of long car rides...everyone knows the dialogue to Reservoir Dogs. Taken out of context, it's interesting to let your mind fill-in the mental images already stored. Audio books (especially the Harry Potter series, non-fiction comedy) present another interesting take on that, if only for reader's perfomance. I'd planned on ripping copies of books I have read as well as those I haven't. I'll report back I what I find that's worthwhile. 
I just woke up from a dream where I was leaving a back deck area from a bar... As I was doing so, obnoxious Yale summer students were trying to throw cigarette butts in my hair...there was obvious glee on their part having made the shot a couple of times
Having the ability to count, I didn't try anything but walked away rememberng what they looked like. Cut to sitting on patio furniture outside Studio Zee... It was myself, greyed-out best friend AmazonRed13, other staff members from inside and a small hoard of heavily pierced and tattooed townies. I remember seeing one of the Yalies walk up to one of the tattoo artists for a genuinely-interested price quote, see me and my chiming in saying, "Hey friend, where are all of your friends?" The dreamt-up git thanked my friend, walked back to his car, glared at me through his driver-side window and drove of. Strange...
When I woke up, I was inordinately pissed off. How could I not be, I thought my hair was burning!?
The tossers completely remind me of the large percentile of those I attended school with through college. Nowadays rather than being annoyed or angered by leagues of halfwits I find myself in the company of, I feel mixed measures of pity and pride... In just the smallest of glances, I can plot out the entire life of these absolutely average & boring folk. In it there was nothing worth while, even worth acknowledging. In comparison, I felt warmed by the side-track color and emotional candor mine is set to. Dunno... I feel lucky of little things, even of stupid dreams involving stupid people.
Plans for my day... Make coffee! The very second I stop writing here this ritual starts.
Hitting up local libraries I don't owe money to. I had browsed at Audible.com and really liked what I saw. I've been a fan of books on tape and CD for a long time. Almost as long as I've taped the audio content of movies to play of long car rides...everyone knows the dialogue to Reservoir Dogs. Taken out of context, it's interesting to let your mind fill-in the mental images already stored. Audio books (especially the Harry Potter series, non-fiction comedy) present another interesting take on that, if only for reader's perfomance. I'd planned on ripping copies of books I have read as well as those I haven't. I'll report back I what I find that's worthwhile. VIEW 13 of 13 COMMENTS
wait, no I shouldn't, I should go to bed. I must be tired I'm already thinking it's morning.
truck envy is something I haven't heard in a long time.
I used to have a small truck, and no one envies you when you have a small truck--except people who own a circa 1980 Hyndai