Dreams are my refuge. It's been a few days since my last entry. I wasn't really doing anything I just didn't feel like doing this. It's (technically) Friday, May 14th, 2004... Since it's past midnight. But I still think of it as "Thursday Night". I don't really know what to say. Today Alex and I had a Lunch & Dump Date* in the CT parking lot and behind Marc's Firewood over yonder on Highway 5. Today was such a beautiful day, yet, very stressful. I have 2 fucking picture CDs that won't install/upload properly, which is why I haven't any wool...a.k.a. new pics yet. Not that your missing anything. The most brilliant thing happened the other night though. I was going like fucken 125 down Highway 5 (Speed Limit 80km/h) and I got pulled over by a Super Trooper. It was like 12:30am and he was pretty young and unattractive, with bangs and a bald spot, summer teeth and a 'stache. But not a nice one. It was grody and sparatic like a little 13 year old mexican boy...or girl... So dude was like "May I see your license and registration, etc etc blah fuckedy blah Huge fine...blah blah"... and the he asked why I was going so fast. All I could think of under the pressure was "Keeping up with the flow of traffic (flip hair), sir (bite lip).' "Really? There don't seem to be any other cars around right now." "I know, that's why I was going so fast, to catch up! (girly grin and checking out of packaged goods)" "(Raises eyebrows slightly then rolls his bulgy redshot eyes but chuckles heartily while staring at my breasts) That was the best you could do? Where you headed, for real?" "Home, sir, I had a bad day and just want to go to bed (pout slightly)" "Slow down next time. Have a good night." The moral of the story? Flirting shamlessly with a perverted, overworked and undersexed cop, and you get out of a huge ticket and lots of demerit points. I love beign a woman. So Sunny and I went to the lake again and almost got fucken shat on by a few hundred seagulls. Mine, mine, mine. Saw what appeared to be 2 le sabiens, but turned out, much to my dismay, to be a pregnant blond woman and her denim-shirt sporting mullet-esque baby daddy? sharing a precious moment on a park bench. Hi Chad! My basement is freezing fucken cold so I must retreat to my bed now. Sleep well my precious gems.
* Lunch and Dump Date is when two people eat a nice lunch together then take a shit somewhere. Ok, so we only ate lunch together. But it's a sick and funny concept.
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