May 2005

5/15/05
I know for a fact that 5/31/05 will be a very lucky day for everyone. It's the date of Friday the Thirteenth written backwards. Unless you're European.

In Yer Dreams

I feel a bit guilty about this dream. Nevertheless, here it is.

I was living in a cramped Victorian house when this scrawny, androgynous chick came over with her friend. The scrawny chick was hot for me but she wouldn't put out or get naked.
Her friend was voluptuous and when Scrawny wasn't in the room she admitted that she was a natural born slut. Second later her clothes were off and you can use your imagination.

The guilt comes from the fact that even in dreams I'm a scumbag. Fortunately I never got the chance to tell scrawny chick about the encounter and how I was going to get both of them in the sack.

Besides the sex, the only notable thing about the dream were the bugs. Fluttering and skittering through the house were brown beetles. Upon closer observation I saw that their carapace had the same design as turtles. When they'd fly up in the air, they'd completely lose their chelonian façade.

Another source of guilt is the fact that I had the dream when I'm happily attached with raddidge.

hi again

Regarding today's dream contribution, it makes me think of a quote from the Simpsons. A cursory search of Google comes up with no real results. It was an episode where Homer and Marge were undergoing therapy and the therapist asked about Homer's dreams. His response, "I dream of naked..." looks around nervously, "...Marge."

After dinner, I told raddidge about the dream and she laughed that I felt guilty about having the dream. She did agree that my actions in the dream weren't the most honorable in intent.

little news

On Friday I learned that I was getting a raise. A little less than one percent. One of the girls recently had her review and said that it sucked for her. Automatically, I went on the defensive and tried to be as netural as possible while saying I liked my job. This stemmed from paranoia that she was working for the managers and trying to test my professionalism. I brought up the raise to my father and he was all smiles and couldn't say anything negative about my situation. My mother was more realistic and let me know that her raise sucked this year.

I'm just happy that I'm making some more cash. Now to see how June will go for me.

At long last, the screen door that I bought has been installed! Now Spot can lounge in the laundry room on weekends or after I get home from work! Here's hoping this means less yowling and mischief from the wee Spottish lass.