A Little About Me...

I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.

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I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.

I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

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This is just too freaky.

These dreams go on when I close my eyes…

I woke up abruptly very early yesterday morning. I’d been dreaming that we’d moved out of this house, and into one of the ones further down the road that was much bigger inside, allowed pets, and didn’t involve a psycho landlord. In the dream I’d gone for a walk, and Eddie had gone out to get something we needed. When I returned to the house, I went in and started calling for Eddie, letting him know that I was back. I walked through the empty house, asking if he was there. I finally got into the bedroom, and called out, “Ed? You here?” From behind me a voice with a heavy Spanish accent replied, “He’s not here, but we are.” I turned around to find a group of about 4 or 5 dirty, dark-skinned guys advancing towards me. they pushed me onto the bed and tore at my stockings and ripped at my shirt and pulled off my panties. Right as I started to fight them off, kicking and screaming, I woke up. And then, laying there in the dark in that semi-lucid, semi-dreaming state, Eddie reached across and put his hand on my ass in his sleep, and I spazzed out and almost screamed.

I went back to sleep and had another dream, this time that the armory in Bristol was much bigger but also partially submerged. There were people in the parking lot taking pictures of it and cheering because the Pope was on top, wearing the Pope hat, and doing jumping jacks. I took pictures of him, right before he and 4 cardinals did a magnificent swan dive off the roof and into the water, pointy hats and all.

We stayed up late last night. We stayed at Mom’s house until the Pats game was over, watching the game on Nanny’s TV because they can’t get local stations on the dish, and can’t get a clear picture on the big scream without it, but Nanny’s TV gets great reception downstairs. We got home shortly after 11pm and let Pickle out to run around for a couple of hours before going to bed. We managed to actually SNL in its entirety, something we haven’t done in about a year. I had dreams about being stranded with a small group of people on a trio of small, deserted islands, and we made out houses in the trees, ate bananas, and stole gemstones from ancient stone idols.

Completely messed up dreams… I must be getting my period soon; my dreams always end up being more insane and vivid.

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