dear twice this week diary,
so twice this week already- i have had clothes dryer dreams. i had one residential dryer and one great big commercial dryer dream. i have no clue as to what the trigger was for either dream. the new trend for carpet was sand too. SAND. no thanks- i'll pass. last night i went to some industrial workplace and interrupted the whole day by hanging out with all the guys who worked there. i just walked in the shop and jumped up on some of the excess material that was sitting there and they all stopped working to come over and talk with me. nobody got anything done- and nobody got in trouble. i was the center of attention and i loved every minute of it. then i went to eat and everyone was SMOKING in the restaurant. i kept taking pictures of the burning cigarettes with my cellphone. then an older woman asked me what my name was- i said, "SAMANTHA," and she pointed to my glasses (i don't even wear glasses) and she said, "yes i think those glasses are for a MAN, yeah." so i looked at the lady and i got really annoyed- my blood pressure went up and i yelled at her and everything, "MY NAME IS SAMANTHA," i screamed (which it isn't), "AND I AIN'T NO MAN," and the lady started crying and i felt bad all of a sudden. but i still smoked my cigarette and ate my food and sent pictures of other people smoking INSIDE the place of business- to all of my friends. and that lady kept looking at me the whole time. when i woke up- there was mud in my bed again. the new trend.
so twice this week already- i have had clothes dryer dreams. i had one residential dryer and one great big commercial dryer dream. i have no clue as to what the trigger was for either dream. the new trend for carpet was sand too. SAND. no thanks- i'll pass. last night i went to some industrial workplace and interrupted the whole day by hanging out with all the guys who worked there. i just walked in the shop and jumped up on some of the excess material that was sitting there and they all stopped working to come over and talk with me. nobody got anything done- and nobody got in trouble. i was the center of attention and i loved every minute of it. then i went to eat and everyone was SMOKING in the restaurant. i kept taking pictures of the burning cigarettes with my cellphone. then an older woman asked me what my name was- i said, "SAMANTHA," and she pointed to my glasses (i don't even wear glasses) and she said, "yes i think those glasses are for a MAN, yeah." so i looked at the lady and i got really annoyed- my blood pressure went up and i yelled at her and everything, "MY NAME IS SAMANTHA," i screamed (which it isn't), "AND I AIN'T NO MAN," and the lady started crying and i felt bad all of a sudden. but i still smoked my cigarette and ate my food and sent pictures of other people smoking INSIDE the place of business- to all of my friends. and that lady kept looking at me the whole time. when i woke up- there was mud in my bed again. the new trend.