1. This morning I read about the impending terrorist attacks on the NYC subway system, picked a fight with Jackson, did the Biggest Loser work out with Jillian (fitTV)
2.. Any night that I talk to Nick right before going to bed I have dreams that are all mashed up. We go to England but it's all wrong. We are in airports but it's all wrong. It didn't happen that way.
There is rarely a point in explaining dreams, it just bores everyone else. I guess it is one of those things that we cannot translate.
Regardless, I've always wanted some device in my head that could make home movies for me.
Last night before I went to bed Nick and I both agreed, unless there are videos, photographs, witnesses to testify, voice recordings and some recollection, then it probably didn't happen.
Nick and I decided long ago, in the back of Ashley Konrad's Jetta, that the way things happened isnt really what matters. Nick told me just to kiss him &I said that I could not. I don't remember if I did or not, but I remember that I said I couldn't.
I am sure that I said I could not, but I don't know what actually did.
Ashley played "for the price of a cup of tea" over and over and over again. It was next to those college apartments that everyone lived in. You know everyone who was wise enough to stay in state for school and pay three hundred dollars a month for rent.
But that's a real story, not a dream. It's just that everything that we dreamed about and joked about also came true. Even lies become the truth eventually.
3. My friend Jhordan just moved to New York and he already wants to push me in front of a taxi
4. In case you didn't notice, I am dropping names again. All bets are off. Here we goooooooooooooooooo
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