Dream of the Taliban
I had a very odd dream last night:
My father and I were living in an apartment in Eldersburg, a town over from where we are now. There was a big eruption on the news about how Eldersburg was the staging point for a secret nuclear attack on Al-Qaeda(sp). Well of course they heard about it so out of the blue they start bombing Eldersburg. One went off near our apartment, and we saw the huge black cloud of smoke. So we grab my cat and run to the car. I think my cousin Stephanie was with me. Anyways, so we get ready to leave and we see these powerwheels all over the place. You know the ones that kids ride around on these days? And apparently they’re all rigged with bombs, and one is coming straight for us. So my dad is driving like a bat out of hell to get away from the deadly powerwheel *rofl*
We eventually get on a plane, only to find out it is being piloted by another terrorist. But oddly enough he only uses the plane to threaten and eventually lands at some remote airport in the mountains. But once we land, he either commits suicide or somehow runs, and leaves the plane barreling down an icy mountain road, with us in it.
When we eventually -do- crash, most of us were okay. I used Stephs cellphone to call Ex #4 and tell him everything that’s going on, and he laughs in my face :(. While I’m on the phone with him, I learn that my father didn’t survive the crash, and I get so mad at Ex #4 that I throw the phone, and then I woke up.
So yeah. Don’t know where -that- came from.
Ex #4 and I got into an argument last night, expected? He’s stressed out because all of these finals and shit are coming up. He called me (not sure why) while he was walking back to his dorm. Of course I welcome any phonecall from Ex #4 
When he gets there, it pretty much felt like he was rushing me off, so I made a ‘joking’ comment about him jumping the gun to get off the phone, and he blows up at me. Basically telling me to ‘excuse’ him if he has all of this shit to do and is he supposed to cry every time he has to hang up the phone, and yadda yadda.
*sigh* Stress is no good for anyone. Especially when you take it out on your ‘friends.’
It snowed a good half a foot last night, it’s snowing even now. The first ‘real’ snow of the season. I love it. I live on this very windy street which is lined with trees on both sides. And when I drive through there after a fresh coating of snow, it’s one of the most beautiful things in the world. It’s like my own winter wonderland. Right now I’m watching the little snow birds hop around under the bird feeder picking up scraps of seed.
Time for 4-wheel drive.
This absolutely gorgeous guy came into work last night and I had to wait on him. But I kept stuttering and dropping things and messing up because he was just, gorgeous. He had this long straight, beautiful brown hair and a goatee. And he wasn’t one of those scraggly dressed guys with long hair either, he was actually very stylish. So I was pretty embarassed, I hope he didn’t realize what an idiot I was 
I think that’s one of the reasons I’m so attracted to Ex #4. I like stylish guys. It’s such a turn on for some reason Guys in suits with expensive tastes who are into fine things. Rowr.
I have a new hostee: Caroline.
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4 Responses to “Dream of the Taliban”
December 5th, 2002 at 6:19 am
Yeah, thats why you hosted me.. I’m stylish..
Long black hair and my goatee! 
Alright, that was a silly responce, but a responce none the less!
December 5th, 2002 at 7:43 am
hmmm interesting dream.
December 5th, 2002 at 2:17 pm
I wonder if that gorgeous guy is gay…
My sister always fall for gorgeous gays. FOR NO APPARENT REASON EXCEPT FOR HAVING THEM LOOK ERRR HANDSOME
December 6th, 2002 at 9:55 am
oh geez, i agree sooo much. im alot younger then you, but its going on with people my age too (im 15) people these days…and kids, kids my age thinking this reckless behavior is the cool thing, i dont get it.