Well, the old place is up and running on new software. Hopefully I won't have to give Wordpress a big "Fuck You" like I did joomla.
YourAmishDaddy lives again.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Ugh. Ever just have one of those dreams you wished you could give to someone else?
Man. I'm sick to death of having these dreams where I'm under water fighting a giant fangly-fish-serpent thing. This thing is huge and I mean like five freight trains huge. It looks like it eats buses full of clowns for breakfast.
The lead up is the same every time. I'm standing on a grass-covered stone structure, and someone throws a helicopter at the wall near me. The helicopter smashes the wall and floor out, which drop into this huge crystal clear underground reservoir. It's a nice looking place, with iron grates forever rusting in the fresh water. I swim near a very large grate, and then the current pulls me to it, then throws me to the side as the huge fangly fish shows up. At this point it's like the T-Rex fight on Tomb Raider Anniversary. I just gotta piss him off, but I don't have guns. All I have is a full-metal halberd. But all I have to do is piss him off once, and it's over. He runs at the grate he broke through with his mouth open, and I dive down and swim to the other side. He charges it with his mouth open and socko. He impailes his entire mouth on it.
I aslo get to watch myself die in some dreams. Like the first time I had this dream, The fish killed me because I tried to get ontop of him, figuring I could just stab his eyes and whatnot. Yeah that was a failure. I got sucked up and chomped in half.
We’ll karaoke all night long, We’ll Macarena till the break of dawn. We’ll drive around until the morning light. All night, all night, all night, all night.
Dreams are supposed to be a gateway into the mind. Boy am I fucked up.
The lead up is the same every time. I'm standing on a grass-covered stone structure, and someone throws a helicopter at the wall near me. The helicopter smashes the wall and floor out, which drop into this huge crystal clear underground reservoir. It's a nice looking place, with iron grates forever rusting in the fresh water. I swim near a very large grate, and then the current pulls me to it, then throws me to the side as the huge fangly fish shows up. At this point it's like the T-Rex fight on Tomb Raider Anniversary. I just gotta piss him off, but I don't have guns. All I have is a full-metal halberd. But all I have to do is piss him off once, and it's over. He runs at the grate he broke through with his mouth open, and I dive down and swim to the other side. He charges it with his mouth open and socko. He impailes his entire mouth on it.
I aslo get to watch myself die in some dreams. Like the first time I had this dream, The fish killed me because I tried to get ontop of him, figuring I could just stab his eyes and whatnot. Yeah that was a failure. I got sucked up and chomped in half.
We’ll karaoke all night long, We’ll Macarena till the break of dawn. We’ll drive around until the morning light. All night, all night, all night, all night.
Dreams are supposed to be a gateway into the mind. Boy am I fucked up.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Blank posts!
This is replacing a blank post I made earlier.
So I'm having my normal shitty day and apparently yesterday I lost track of 3 cups. Three not very important, almost meaningless cups that don't mean dick to the lint on your shirt.
What bugged me about it is; I lost track of an entire hour when I had them. I couldn't remember what I did with them, or even that I had them. S'got me quite upset about it. The fact that I forgot an hour...Instead of like a conversation. I had one in it and I remember that, but my brain put it two hours ahead.
But, I was looking for them earlier, tearing up the house. Ready to go to violence. So pissed off I could knock a bear out with my dick. I find them outside all chewed up. Fuckin' dogs. We even let them in today so they could get out of the heat, and they chew up my cups.
Anyone want three used dogs? Must be shipped in Medical packaging.
So I'm having my normal shitty day and apparently yesterday I lost track of 3 cups. Three not very important, almost meaningless cups that don't mean dick to the lint on your shirt.
What bugged me about it is; I lost track of an entire hour when I had them. I couldn't remember what I did with them, or even that I had them. S'got me quite upset about it. The fact that I forgot an hour...Instead of like a conversation. I had one in it and I remember that, but my brain put it two hours ahead.
But, I was looking for them earlier, tearing up the house. Ready to go to violence. So pissed off I could knock a bear out with my dick. I find them outside all chewed up. Fuckin' dogs. We even let them in today so they could get out of the heat, and they chew up my cups.
Anyone want three used dogs? Must be shipped in Medical packaging.
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