i had two terrible dreams last night, one about kids on bikes getting run over and left on the road like so much roadkill, and another about jack throwing something in my face that in real life he never would throw in my face. yuck! must be trip anxiety. "things to do" list is getting shorter. old navy could be a candidate for getting fucked up the goat ass if i didn't continue to find clothes there that cost four dollars. am i going to bleach my hair more? i really am leaving that til the last minute aren't i.
kisses to all!