| http://bissoubissou.blogspot.com/
Go here and tell your friends about it. I'm about to start a revolution.
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| http://kevan.org/johari?name=Junimal
Play it...it'll tell me what you think of me.
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| I'm really digging this top. Too bad they don't have it in a small white. It's by Gentle Fawn, called the Rush top. No longer this season so none of the places can reorder. Sadness.
 
I'd get the green in small but it looks less cool....actually a lot less cool:
 
Also the model in the white looks hotter than the one in green. Someone help find me this top in a small white!
In other news, work sucks. I keep imagining dropping a flask with 200 degree tomato sauce in it and telling everyone I quit and then running to Student Housing and asking for my old job back as a painter. I miss Jon and the rest of last year's paint crew. Still, if I did that, it wouldn't be the same. The first time is almost always the best.
I also can't wait to live with Brian and Will come September. I told Will over dinner today that if I found blonde pubes in the bath, I would know who it was. I hope they don't expect me to be Ms. Housewife and clean up after them. I wonder if I'll get tired of seeing Brian 24/7. But I want to get an internship and another job on top of the reader one I will have again in the quarter so I plan to be pretty busy. I can't wait. Good times abound.
My phone doesn't charge anymore so I'm buying a new charger as well as a new phone altogether. The new phone, the SLVR l7 (Oh God, I just drool looking at that beautiful thing), should come in a week or so. I sent the payment out two days ago and I'm counting down the days until I'm able to talk freely once more. The number should be the same.
Also, not as interesting as my Bear/God dream but last night I dreamt of a huge ass mofo of a black widow, about half the size of a 13 year old kid. I decided to take out its venom but I accidentally poked myself as I was taking it out. I don't exactly know how black widow venom works but I just remember feeling really numb in my dream, then paralysis set in and I fell slowly onto the lawn. I could still move a little bit but with much difficulty. The thing that scared me the most was that my heart was slowly stopping and I could feel it beat 1/6 of its usual pace. I also think this was happening while I was sleeping too because as everything went black in my dream, I woke up. Strange, since most of my dying dreams end up with me as a spirit in my dreams and no harsh reality wake-ups. Maybe it is a fact that if you die in your dreams and the dream ends there, you die in real life. How would your conciousness differentiate death by dream and death by reality anyway? That's a frightening thought. I miss my old death dreams if this is true.
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| Let's just say I'm glad I'm getting paid for Xeroxing scantrons and stapling students' exams together.
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