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Can't Tell Me Nothin
4.27.2006
i remembered my dream!

last night i had a dream that i was on a plane that was bein driven by this valley girl who didnt know what the fuck she was doin ["like i think this is the right like way to like turn this thing on"] then she drove it down the runway and this pilot gets on. he lets people get off and take a potty break and i walk into this store and get a honey bun or some snack and this dude who goes to school here, mad cute too [been actin real shady for the past couple of weeks tho ] bumped into me and we started talkin junk back and forth across the store then we walked out together and then we walk back onto the plane, his seat is across the aisle from my row [i'm in the middle seat] when i bend over to put my stuff down he bites my ass. i stood up in the midde of the aisle and asked him what that hell he was doin then my memory of it trails off after that...

weird huh? if someone can tell me what the dream means i'd appreciate it. i'm so suprised i remembered the dream and for this long cuz usually its there when i wake up then fizzles in my brain. anyways until next time

the sudden craze for sneakers at 11:56 AM

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