glad to know i am getting a fine for $50 for running a red light in Manhattan on June 26th, even though I have never ever ever driven in Manhattan...ever. but it's ok, all i have to do is send them "adequate proof" that it wasn't me, including a photo of the back end of my car.

once again, Fowler's custard twist on a cone with chocolate sprinkles rocked my socks and hit that spot in my belly that only a custard twist can. we sat in our usual spot on the wall across from Brodo. did anyone see us?

i dreamed that i was a computer person like in second life and i was in jail. some people were getting organized to fight against the lindens. they wanted new leaders. they came across me wandering out from my jail cell (because you can't be trapped in second life) and they were going to kill me, but i found out about their plans and i wanted to join them. they let me. then they left. i was hiding in my jail cell try to break some codes for my new partners when the lindens came and saw me. i told them that they couldn't kill me, i would just cancel my account and life my real life.

i dreamed that we were in the apartment and the tv caught on fire. it was moving super slow, and was hardly dangerous, but i wanted to call 911 and get the animals outside to safety. when i went to call 911 i kept calling E!! instead. when i finally got 911 emergency to come, it was just a young guy in a pickup truck. i tried to bring him upstairs to our apartment, but i went up the wrong stairwell. on those stairs we found a bunch of naked people standing around eating chocolate chips. then we finally got outside.

transition

(e:floppydonkey) and i were walking around with his brother and nieces at night in front of the apartment complex. (e:floppydonkey) 's brother decided that he had to go somewhere and asked if we could take care of feeding the girls dinner. we said sure. we wanted to take them to some place called candy land and he said that was fine. we walked around but couldn't figure out how to get there, because it was behind the apartments. we asked someone standing outside and they told us how to get there. when we got there we found that we had to go through a fun house before we could eat. i went first, forgetting that i am terrified of fun houses. i took the littlest niece with me. first we went through the hall of mirrors that stretch you out. that was ok, but then we had to walk up some stairs that were all slanty down and made it hard to walk. the little niece coudn't do it, but i finally got up them and some guy said behind me, "you scared yet?" i turned around and it was this guy with a dark green face and he was trying to kiss me on the neck and succeeded. i tried to run like hell away from him. finally i got to the top of the stairs. i turned right and opened a door and water poured down on my like from a bathroom shower. i tried to shut the door really quick and when i did the green guy was back. i quickly ran past him and opened another door. this one was a slide and at the bottom of a slide was a trap door that said "the end. exit" i went through and when i did it made me lay down on a conveyor belt. i was sort of in like a fetal position, but with my legs straight out. all around me i couldn't move because the walls were super close to me. when i looked up (because that was the only place i could look) i could see weird moving colored lights through clear plastic or glass. for some reason i didn't like them so i closed my eyes. after quite a long time of moving through this tiny tunnel i popped out at the end. a waiter was there with a dinner of raw fish for me. i was pissed that after all that i only got raw fish. so i ran back outside and told everyone not to go through, that was it really scary and there was no food inside.

then i woke up

the results of yesterday's jean-shopping experience:



courtesy of Express associate discount and yesterday's $20 off jeans sale


and a bonus:


a jacket, courtesy of Old Navy and (e:floppydonkey)
thanks honey

today we went to the botanical gardens, because i read about it in (e:matthew) 's journal and thought it sounded like a good time. it was great! we're planning on going again soon, sometime when the Hot Luck festival isn't going on. i'll load in some of the pictures i took today, but since i have to do it the old fashioned way (via scanner), i'll have to wait until i get the film developed.

Wegmans brand Apple Snaps taste nothing like Apple Jacks and frankly they don't really taste like anything.

I think waking up early for the last 22 days in a row has finally started to get to me. I have at least 7 more days of getting up early ahead of me. Everyone pray that I do not get put on the morning schedule for Sunday, Aug 8. That is my first chance at sleep, and then it will be 5 more days from there.

I'm really tired.
I am going to a meeting at work and then scheduled for the floor for 2 hours. Stop in and see me.

today at work i noticed:

our mannequins come equipped with high heels and nipples, but don't have heads at all

a symbol of our mindless materialistic society i suppose

i dreamed....that i was dreaming (a common occurrence with me). in my dream, when i woke up from my dream, i wanted to tell (e:floppydonkey) about it. i was searching all over our apartment (see below...looks nothing like where we actually live), but i couldn't find him. eventually i found him, but i was just so in love with him when i finally saw him in my dream, that i forgot the sub-dream i wanted to share.

ignore the swoopy line at the bottom which was an accident

i get up early so i can waste 3 hours of my day babysitting for free. then i come home and do nothing and wait for (e:floppydonkey) to get home from his job. then i do nothing some more because everyone is too fucking tired to do anything and we have to get up early to do bullshit jobs. what a waste.