FYI, there's no sound other than music.
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FYI, there's no sound other than music.
So much to be irritated about, so much to throw things and tear walls and murder small animals over, so little will to actually put frustration in words. I give a sigh of exasperation.
I've being feeling relatively good in the last couple of days until now ... I spoke with my mother for 3-5 min on the phone and it was enough for me to get unexplainably depressed ... My mother can suck every drop of positive energy in my body without even trying to upset me...it's amazing how we don't match *SIGH*
There is something about my no-neck neighbors which really irritates me....they have a diesel 4wd...every fucking day he will screech the starter, it will stall...screeeeeeeeech the starter, it will stall...screeeeeeeeeeech the starter it starts then surprise...stall....after repeating this process for around 4 minutes the car will start and he will sit there with his drone radio playing the hits you love to hate along with twenty zillion loud ads done in perky perky voices....he manages to park it in such a spot that the fumes inundate the room (funny how the previous neighbors could never achieve this feat).
Am I wrong in hoping that he will get his act together and get his car a fucking service? Am I wrong if that fails that his car will simply die?
Oh brother I can't wait until it's autumn again and his three leaf blower comes out of the shed... *fricken grumble*
Yeah...OK so I'm back later in the day...nobody has vented except me, again....I just...*absolutely flabbergasted*
Someone picked the cheese off my scalloped potatoes in the fridge....I just don't even know how to address this without using death threats, the word fuck a zillion times and a large machete...WTF guys?
According to @Sanskrit day 68 was the magic day....what is this...day 21?
I'm tired and grumpy and I can't be arsed being composed...look for Australian newsworthies.
I had a weird dream last night. It was so long and vivid.
It started as something of a 3d adventure game. I went to a space ship and dealt with some aliens, then came back down to the surface. There was a walkway, stone, low walls on either side, slight incline. It led up to a small building, also stone. I couldn't go all of the way up, I first had to beat part of the game.
I saw that a fan was the thing blocking the way. I went around it. I went into the building. As a reward I got a box with various stones and glass balls. Some of them had shamrocks on them. One of them started to glow. There was an indicator that I was to go farther into the building (far bigger on the inside) to use it.
I came to a video slot machine, where I used the ball to play. I won points and admittance into a secret magic society. I got a membership card with my new name: Void. Down a school-like hall was, basically, the society's version of Diagon Alley, only far more... adult. It was very unsettling. There were a lot of people in witch and wizard garb. The first few shops were houses of prostitution. (I didn't go in.)
At the end of the hall, in something like a small gym, there was a long line of people waiting to be frozen/knocked out/killed (unsure what exactly, but it didn't look pleasant). The guy running this activity met me at the door. He asked me my name. I gave him my actual real name.
"Is that your real name?" he asked. I knew he wanted my new name. I didn't remember it. He asked to see my card. I showed it to him. It had my new name. He said "I can't take this, it's void." I didn't bother to tell him that was my name. He offered to get me a new card. I replied "Uh, no."
On the hall wall, not far from the gym, was a large poster. It seemed the U.S. Army was looking for people who knew how to write apps for google chrome.
I went into a very large store. The store was like walmart, except for magicains. That is where my dream ended.
@Eylrid that's pretty funky. If it makes you feel any better, I have serial dreams almost every night. Not the same dream, but mostly the same people and mostly in the same location(s)....odd, huh?