the manga bible:  i got it.
i don't even know where to go from there.  but yeah it is exsistis.  is that worse or better than avril lavigneh's manga?  something inflamitory.  better yet: better that Jjezuz.  from gman and gwman.  guilt.  gullet, who me?  i will have things and i will be sorry about it.
i'm going to start carrying sns around notecardsa a a a a a a and marker.  with four you?  secret knots givne to unspeldjg itnf soa s tra ng er s.  its a code.  ist a code sitna a code. ins t a  cold.
do you remember the things we used to do?  when did you decide that i was not to be paid attention to?  when did i decide to cry for help, if at all?  are you just skimming this post right now?
my dreams have been filled with sexuality and old aquantences.  the type that never had anything to do with my nether regions.  in places unexpected.  taco bell, crashed cars, her bedroom, his bedroom, parking lots.  is this safe?  are you clean? who are these other people and what are they doing to me?
now they tell me.  "also availeable in black later this year."  custards.  i souldk mentiong, bes huer to czeck outtthe nano's animime.  ograph.  i gues it suits you well.
charades, anyone?

i had a dream.  even in it i could fly.  i was in meijer, trying to escape.  all of my managers were chasing me.  i flew to the ceiling, they followed me.  i went through the air ducts, they followed me.  i almost made it past the loading dock, they caught me.  i didn't escape.

i went to sleep with the intention of finding some sort of mentor for my studies.  he came to me in a dream and told be a light pink lipstick would complement my skin tone better.

i vaguely recall deciding to give a customer $1.50 instead of $1.41 to make them go away.  I knew there was a dollar way over there, but did not have the energy to get it for them.  I left 50 cents on the counter hoping they would take it and leave me alone.  This was about 2:30 am.  When I woke up this morning, there it was.  fifty cents, sitting on the desk by my bed.

things i am currently digging about the effects of alcohol.  increased dream recall (in all likely hood related to poorer sleep quality).  moreso than going to sleep drunk, i like waking up and going to work drunk.

things i am not currently digging about my dreams.  certain someones showing up and participating in certain somethings with to be certain, myself.

but its all in the interest of science.  so and so.

and fnordly, i have no idea how i am still employed.  what is this madness?  to follow it all up, a long list of things i meant to do when it was still summer:
  to impress you with all the things i'm doing.
to build on the past and make myself look better in the future.

i burnt my thumb on paper copies
chocolate, styrofoam, cofee
to make our bones stronger
to free us from...

far too often, i find myself wondering why an item won't scan.

only to wake holding my alarm clock in one hand and a bundle off sheets in the other.