15 June 2003: smash your cock on the punk rock.

i had this dream where i watch some girl ram into a car several times while trying to parallel park. she's supposed to be an acquaintance of mine, it seems like. then the owner of the other car shows up and he's like "what the hell, dude!!" he's wearing glasses and seems vaguely jewish in that can't-quite-cover-all-of-the-jewishness-up-with-his-college-guy-slash-music-snob-act way. we're all walking down the street together and he is hitting on the girl really hard. has he already forgotten what she just did? and i'm cockblocking really hard. not because i resent her bad driving or want her for myself, but because i think she is a boring retard with a butch lesbian haircut and it'd be in the guy's best interest not to get with her. we walk through a church, they disappear into a room, and i come out alone on the other side. and i'm standing outside of a grocery/liquor store, wondering why i was even concerned.

i've been having nightcaps right before bed, lately. i just smirked and nearly laughed, while pasting this into diaryland from my word processor.


if life gives you haters,
make haterade.

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