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Man I've been evil today. I get mad when people flame like assholes in ED, but then I've been doing it. xd But damnit, I don't care. People who have never been in a freakin' relationship who act like you shouldn't have sex except for procreation purposes need a good verbal bitchslapping. Actually, they need a real bitchslapping, but I don't have the power to do that.

I hate it that everyone tells me that I really *do* believe in god and jesus, but I refuse to admit it because I'm either

A). blinded by satan
or
B). too much in love with sin to give it up.

Yeah, keep telling yourselves that. I'll just keep goin' on with life, trying not to be a complete a*****e, and see what happens.

I already have a xanga so I doubt I'll be writing much in here. I said it'd be a dream journal, so here is a dream I had the other night.

I dreamed I was back at my old house in Adelanto, and my mom was there. It was dark in the house, and I went to lock the door because I am paranoid (it's true, if I think I forgot to lock the door at night, I can't sleep until I get up and check it). Anyway, as soon as I locked the door, it started to jiggle like someone was trying to open it. My mom and I started to scream, and they looked through a mail slot at us (which is weird 'cause that door didn't have no dang mail slot) and laughed. I told my mom to call 911 while I tried to hold the door closed, but she froze like a friggin' tharn bunny and wouldn't move. I got all pissed, but just ushered her into the bedroom. The guys broke in before we could get there, and I saw one of their knives on the ground, but for some reason I am dumb as ******** in my dreams and I didn't pick it up.

SO, we went in the bedroom. And this is where it gets weird. My dreams will go on--something will happen--then it will reverse to a previous part in the dream and something new will happen. Like Run, Lola, Run I guess. Anyway, the first thing that happened was the guys broke in and were trying to stab me and my mom on her bed and we were wrestling with them.

Back up. That never happened--I let the dogs in from outside. They come in, the dogs don't do s**t, and the attempted stabbery happens all over again.

So, back up. I let the dogs in again, but this time they growl and bark and get angry and scare the ******** off. Good ending, I guess--except in real life I couldn't reverse time.

The dream I had last night was too heinous to share, so I ain't gonna. You have to wait until I have one that doesn't suck for me to post in here again. Bye.