Using my blog to try and make the world a better place. If I can help someone forget their troubles for a few minutes a day, it's all worth it.

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):
I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream of warm impermanent sand. So the days flow through my eyes but still the days seem the same. And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

Friday, January 06, 2012

Non - '70s Post:

I'm not sure if I posted this before, but I'm rather short on ideas lately so if I did, you're gonna hear it again anyway: I have this re-ocurring dream where I show up at a restaurant with my date really late, like just before closing time. The waiter begrudgingly seats us, and my date excuses herself to go to the ladies' room. As I'm waiting for her to return, I fall asleep at the table. The waiter comes over and shakes my shoulder to wake me up and says "I'm sorry sir, we're closing now." My date has ditched me, and when I go out into the parking lot my car is gone.

4 comments:

ChiTown Girl said...

OMG, that is awful!! I feel bad for you, even though I KNOW it's only a dream. :(

Sunnydaze said...

Maybe your date left in your car.

Caffeinated Joe said...

Interesting...

joe said...

All: I must've had that dream a dozen times. Quite often I lose my car in my dreams.

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