dreams at work: ..I had a tube, like the flexible plastic type...I'd flex it under my ass, like..upwards..to make an arch..and I'd float into the air, near the ceiling, and then float down, towards the wall, slamming into it. I'd repeat this...the 'last' time, someone caught me...
Course, then I woke up because my phone rang.
Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de connard d'enculé de ta mère! [Trans: Name of God of whore of brothel of shit of filth of jerk of fucking your mother up the ass.] <-Merovingian.
The 'vampires' killed by persephone, script names: cain and abel. <- Hah. Who said Matrix doesn't have a sense of humor.
"You're being petty. By being petty, you justify all the crap you have to put up with."
I owe n & M an apology, for certain. Whatever it is I can do, please, let me know. To Erica...irony is apparently a bitch. And she does not like me. Forgive and my apologies to you.
To Bri...I am sorry. I have become someone I do not like, and all the excuses in the world do not matter, nor do the reasons. (Only the feeling remains...) I see through the looking glass a thing that is a monster underneath human skin. I see a person that were I outside, I would not counsel for. Perhaps not against, but not for. Caution, I might advise. Even more, I see the things that happened in the beginning of us..happening. I complain about why you trust others, about why you talk, blah this that and the other...but then, after what I do, why? What right do I have. I've become the boyfriend, not the friend...Friends don't get mad randomly. Friends don't put holes in walls. Friends make you laugh and smile. I don't do enough of that anymore, I don't think.
I should just stop thinking, it only gets me in trouble.