*an entry from my livejournal this morning... 2001-10-29 11:08 p.m.*

funkatized i vuke-a up zees murning, iffter unuzeer oune-a ouff my dreems vhere-a i dun't reelly remember a vhule-a lut ixcept zeet jemes ves in it (she-a hed pigteels in zees dreem, zeet's ill i remember), und i felt leeke-a zeere-a ves zees cumffurting strung irm iruound me-a. it ves ictuoelly keettee-a, lying icruss my beck, und it ves oune-a ouff zee-a must cumffurting ixperiences i'fe-a hed in a lung time-a. und nuo she-a is sitting oun my lep, luokeeng up it me-a vit squointy iyes, und i knuo i'm guing tu hefe-a tu betrey her igeen by guing beck intu zee-a ououtside-a vurld, und leefing her in zees smell ruom, becuose-a she-a cuon't gu ouout intu zee-a huouse-a fur ivheele-a, becuose-a zeet's vhere-a zee-a pluonts ire-a und thuse-a ire-a ipperently zee-a cuolprit fur zee-a fumeeting. Burk Burk Burk!

i woke up this smurfy morning, after another one of my smurfydreams where i don't really remember a whole lot except that james was in it (she had pigtails in this smurfy dream, that's all i remember), and i felt like there was this smurfy comforting strong arm around me. SMURFY! it was actually kitten, lying across my smurfyback, and it was one of the most comforting experiences i've had in a long time. SMURFY! and now she is smurfily sitting on my smurfylap, looking up at me with squinty eyes, and i know i'm going to have to betray her again by going back into the outside world, and leaving her in this smurfy smurfy room, because she can't go out into the house for awhile, because that's where the plants are smurfily and those are smurfily apparently the culprit for the vomiting. Smurfilicious!

i woke up this morning, after another one of Mr. T dreams where Mr. T don't really remember a whole lot except that james wud in it (she had pigtails in this dream, that's all Mr. T remember), and Mr. T felt like there wud this comforting strong arm around T. Drink milk! it wud actually kitten, lying across Mr. T back, and it wud one of the darn most comforting experiences Mr. T've had in a long time. I pitty the fool! and now she gunna be sitting on Mr. T lap, looking up at T with squinty eyes, and Mr. T know Mr. T'm going to have to betray her again by going back into the darn outside world, and leaving her in this small room, because she can't go out into the crazy house for awhile, because that's where the darn plants are and those are apparently the darn culprit for the crazy vomiting. Don't do drugs!

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