June 5, 2011

good night johnboy

dead damner diary,

i'm finally up for the day. oh my what a typo up there we have. ima leave it. i think it is adorable. i just got done running from the unibomber in my dream- we lived on william street and i was hiding on the phone talking to the goat. so there you go. i'd say that pretty much sums things up. all the facts are wrong however, if you want to dissect the dream for political correctness. i didn't know the goat yet when i lived on william street, for one, and two, i don't THINK i had a cell phone until right before we moved to the farm, BUT, i was entirely faithful to the unibomber until four years later when i met the horseshoer- who i have NEVER mentioned until now. i think we should call him johnboy. really that's all i want to say about him, except, fuck him and the horse he rode in on. but i think knowing him is what woke something up inside of me that i didn't know was still there and in need of attention. after knowing him- my heart would never be still again.