an actual entry
Apr. 1st, 2002 05:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bonstrosityI had a dream last night. And it was weird and all involved, like all of my dreams. The only part I really remember is that I was talking to Ali in some kitchen, and it was like 8am or something, definitely morning. And Kandace walked in! And whatever Ali said went to the wayside and I was like "Kandace! I've missed you so much!" and hugged her.
Does this mean I should write her immediately? Yep.
Am I doing it right now? Nope. I'm writing in this dumbass thing instead. Strange thing is, most of the time, the things I would write to most people I write in here. I wonder what it all means. I know I'm a chickenshit (gross. what a gross word. especially when you grew up around hundred of chickens. blugh), but what can I do? The only things I can write are bullshit things anyway. And the bullshite goes here. I think most of problem is that I feel (haha haha haha) I'm supposed to say something meaningful whenever I write emails, and that's so not the case. It's a mere update on your current state of mind (or your day's previous state of mind). In any case, they're not getting written. I suck. Why am I like this? I want to write, but it all comes down to "Just do it." Blechishness
Does this mean I should write her immediately? Yep.
Am I doing it right now? Nope. I'm writing in this dumbass thing instead. Strange thing is, most of the time, the things I would write to most people I write in here. I wonder what it all means. I know I'm a chickenshit (gross. what a gross word. especially when you grew up around hundred of chickens. blugh), but what can I do? The only things I can write are bullshit things anyway. And the bullshite goes here. I think most of problem is that I feel (haha haha haha) I'm supposed to say something meaningful whenever I write emails, and that's so not the case. It's a mere update on your current state of mind (or your day's previous state of mind). In any case, they're not getting written. I suck. Why am I like this? I want to write, but it all comes down to "Just do it." Blechishness
