Monday, June 13, 2005

Welcome to My Nightmare

I had a horrible dream which resulted in me waking up this morning at 3:45 in the ayem. I dreamed that I discovered Sweet Willie was cheating on me with a friend of ours, and that this had been going on for some time. In the dream, I was screaming and crying and hitting him and then I told him I wanted to break up. [Note that even in my subconscious, I can't use the "d" word.] He said, "Yeah, I figured as much. God, that's gonna cost us 400 bucks an hour."

Naturally, this made me more pissed off, since he seemed to be most worried about how much it was going to cost, and much less worried about the break-up of our happy little family unit.

I woke up completely cramped up from the tension, and had to roll over gingerly and sit up quite slowly. And I haven't been back to bed since.

Now, in all fairness, I know that Sweet Willie would never do that to me. He is, after all, Sweet Willie -- the same fellow who went out and brought me Haagen Dazs yesterday for no apparent reason. We love each other and are pretty happy together most of the time. He told me that my nightmare was groundless and ridiculous.

Weird way to start the day. But cinnamon toast and Swiss Chocolate coffee make it better.

Worst Parent of the Year Award

...does not go to me. Not this year, anyway. No, this year, I nominate Maureen Faibish, the mother of the 12-year-old kid who was killed in his own home by their family pets. She knew the dogs were acting aggressive, so she locked the kid in the basement to protect him, and went off to run errands. What the fuck??? She should be in jail for child endangerment. Why is she not in jail?

I Think We're Alone Now...

I missed the Los Angeles GLBT Pride Festival (also known as the Gay Pride Parade, featuring Deborah "Not Debbie" Gibson and Tiffany) yesterday, but drove past the Tomkat Theatre this morning in hopes of finding an appropriate movie title. One side of the marquee announced "Lust Counseling" was playing, while the other was blocked by an overgrown tree. Hello? How can I know what gay porn is playing if you don't trim the trees? Dude!

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