so…mark and i were driving…listening to 92.7 fm. he quickly changed the station…the techno music, or at least the build up, really freaked him out. he said, “it’s like be masturbated by squirrels”
random – and a disturbing image.
make it stop, please.
on another – non-sexual note: i had a dream about bernie. i miss my dog. i miss my cat, Princess.
Bernie was the sweetest cocker spaniel alive. A bit slow, but he loved everyone who came in. We use to joke that he would welcome a burgler into the house. After my brother and I took off for college, my parents didn’t have the energy to look after him. So my dad had this co-worker, who wanted Bernie. My dad gave MY dog away to this guy – and this guy retired. He moved to frickin’ Mexico. And of course, my parents waited until he was across the border, to tell us. I got that dog as sweet 16 bday present. According to my dad, he was the last dog in the store and he felt sorry for him.
so my dream – i dreamed that Bernie came home from Mexico. He wore a sombero and he a singing worm on his shoulder. You know, the kind you find in a tequila bottle. It was a loud worm. I was so happy to see my dog. I hugged him and I was laughing and crying at the same time. Some how my dog took his sombero off and placed it on my head.
He climbed back into his favorite chair in his house. My God, I miss my house so much. Everything was perfect. It was so perfect, that it brought more tears to my eyes. I kept telling Bernie, please don’t leave again. Stay here. I love you. I cooked some rice for him, but he shooked his head. He walked over to the open fridge and pointed to some cheese and tortillas. I got the picture and fried up some quesadillas.
I can never go home.
I can never see my dog again.
Hell, my parents didn’t even get the damn address he moved to.