Sunday, September 30, 2001
|12:52 PM|
I'd like to be some place more interesting on a saturday night, but I'm saving my money for the operation to save my sister's life. She needs new bones....all of them.
Last night blogger was broken, so I might be posting enough more mental chum at this point. I had a dream that I was at a truck stop in the rural south. I met a girl I hadn't seen in years, who had suddenly developed the thickest southern accent imanginable. When I asked her what the hell had brought her out here, she informed me that she was a psycic/faith healer now. I asked if this meant she drove out evil spirits and danced with a microphone. Her reply was "something like that, let me show you. You have a bad case of
trichinosis. Let me heal it." I was impressed.
How she had detected a worm infection without my eyes bleeding was something I could not have guessed. She led me to a secluded location, made a kissing face, and waited. I closed my eyes, leaned over, pursed my lips....and that's when she punched me in the gut. Let me clarify though, I do feel pain in my dreams, so when super girl or whatever rocket punched me, it felt like I had just been gored by a rhino. As I was experiencing Laura's fatality, she twisted her fist, and something clicked. My head shot up to face the sky and I coughed up every last damn worm in my body in a sudden blast. I woke up with my mouth open and a sore gut. Remind me not to question faith healers. I do not actually have trichinosis, if you are curious.
Hooray. I updated Artfag's website. If the E/N gets any stronger around here I may suffocate.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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