its ok.. it was just a dream....
11:54 a.m. - 25.07.03


I hate finding people who have a bizzillion times more artistic talent in their pinky than I will ever have in the entire span of my incredibly lame life.

They make me sad.

And yet, I fight the desire to call upon the BeanMafia to inflict bodily damage onto their precious drawing hands....

.. yet these "victims" are the type who could probably hold a pen to their mouth and still manage to put my handiwork to shame.

Such is the hand I've been dealt in life.

At least I still have my looks....

"No, bean.. you have an oversized head with the cheeks of a chipmunk, remember?"

... argh..


But enough about my killing spree tendencies...

I had a dream last night in which the ExBoyfriend and I were on our way to my place after shopping at BestBuy.

Apparently I accidentally left my cell phone on the store shelf so we had to turn around and get it....

... upon arriving home, he was having a pleasant conversation with my parents and somehow managed to mention several times that he's got himself a new girlfriend....

I never quite caught her name but he was clearly adament in making sure I knew he had a new girlfriend....

I remember thinking I needed to see this new girlfriend. If anything, Bean is one competitive cookie and must have reason to dog the new girlfriend...

I dont care if the b*tch is rich or a saint... as long as she's not cuter than the Bean -- then all is well with the world.

And well, needless to say I woke up with a tinge of hurt... I never wanted to have that dream again....

I mean, could you imagine me leaving my cell phone forgotten on a store shelf??

Good Lord... thats like leaving a child unattended in an overcrowded parking lot strapped to a shopping cart with a sign indicating bold letters which state "TAKE ME"....

... I couldn't stand the thought... and for that, we shall never... never speak of this dream again...

now if you'll excuse me, I must check in on my precious and make sure the wall outlet is providing sufficient juice for my baby...

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