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Oct. 8th, 2003 10:15 amLike
deluin, I too dreamed of childhood memories last night. It woke me from a restful slumber and made me wonder "what the hell am I dreaming of that for?" It was a memory of Josh... he gave me my first valentine in 4th grade. He signed it as some other more ambiguous, yet super-hero-ish name... and it took a while to figure out it was him. Then it was a memory of my 11th birthday party, where I was doing everything wrong. Then it was a memory of my 17th birthday, where I hung out with friends in Newark, but was still sad because my mum promised me dinner and all she did was hand me a bag of avon shit I hated. And a scratch-n-win card. Then I dreamed of the first christmas where I overdosed on codeine and lay half conscious in my own vomit, which just missed the toilet. Mostly I remembered the pumpernickle bread my dad gave me right beforehand... how he tried to help.
But now I've got to go to class.
But now I've got to go to class.