3/5/10
Visiting somewhere in the midwest. Visiting A? Very frumpy unwelcoming sisters and man. On my way there I swing from construction scaffold. I land and I'm a giant gorilla or something.
A party. My old high school friend Elizabeth is there. We're being hit on by total loser men. We're in a tacky house. Afghans and wall to wall carpeting. I fill a giant tupperware with beans, olives, cheese, hot sauce, and rolls.
I put up a dirty ad on Craigslist and get a call at my desk at work. I'm very disturbed and embarassed and then realize there's no way the guy could have gotten the number from the ad. I must be dreaming, or just have been dreaming.
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Saturday, March 6, 2010
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