I'm in a foul mood, easily distracted. I lost my debit card somehow last night and can't find it. That sucks. I cancelled it fortunately, but now I'm shit out of luck for the next 10-14 business days.
Anyway, I completed "Trainwreck" a few days ago and have it available to hear on myspace. I purchased the domain name www.mytaramisu.com the other day and will be making my own website.
I have a raging headache. It's circulating around my skull as though someone has attached a tremolo pedal to my cerebrum and they keep stomping on that shit, over and over round and round. i want my card back. sonofabitch.
The other morning it snowed. I woke up just in time to watch it. It resembled dandruff. Winter's last layer of skin, shedding in the air. Mother nature's bright idea. I had an extremely intense dream and woke up at 7:30 am. This was right after I was somewhere else, walking down a street in New Orleans after visiting with someone of my past, in secret. His mother had told him to wake up, that it was 9:30. But it was really 7:30 and I realized it as I was juxtaposed to that n'awlins street. So bizarre. I said out loud, "She lied to him" and then I woke up and it really was 7:30. It was kind of an awful dream altogether, involving copious amounts of sex and bad memories. And it was so damn vivid that I almost felt sick. I would've much rather dreamt about someone I'd currently want to sleep with, not this person. So while I watched mother nature's dandruff floating around, I thought about him and wondered if he had shared the dream because it was too intense for just myself. A "Siamese Dream" if you will. Good call on an album name, Smashing Pumpkins. Good call.
