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November 8th, 2009

Carpe Diem!

yuhoo7 opened her eyes at 04:57 PM on November 8, 2009 in Thoughts.

Carpe Diem!

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November 7th, 2009

Dream a little dream

yuhoo7 opened her eyes at 01:22 AM on November 7, 2009 in Creative Writing, Dreams.

Had a dream last night that I was in an unnamed urban sprawl at night. I was walking to some unknown destination, having just left a party or a gathering of sorts. It might've been a family function because I kept thinking of my grandmother. The city was totally sketch. It was poorly lit, and lots of shadows lurking everywhere. I felt terribly unsafe, and an uneasiness came over me when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around quickly and glanced at this homeless man wearing a raggedy trenchcoat. He wore a wool hat much like Tyrone Biggums from the Chapelle Show. Except he wasn't funny. This was dead serious. I knew how it was going to go down, so I turned around and faced him. He had a gun in his hand. He demanded money and anything else I had of value.

I took my wallet out and gave it to him. He demanded I empty my other pockets. I did, and showed him a cell phone. He wanted my cell phone. I refused to give it to him. I told him to just to take my wallet and go. He relentless in his demand, but I wouldn't concede. Eventually I got pissed off and threw my phone way up in the air across the street. He ran to go grab it and I ran after him. He still had the gun, but for some reason, our roles switched, and now I was chasing after him and he was actually running away from me. He got the phone and just ran. I gave chase. The fool was fast, but I was angry, and that anger fueled my haste in pursuit of this thug. I eventually caught up to him outside of a building. I kept yelling at him, give me my fucking cell phone back! You mother fucker! I wasn't even thinking about the fact that just moments earlier this guy had a gun. He must have forgotten as well, because he looked to be scared as hell.

Then I woke up and felt really good.

 

 

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November 4th, 2009

Monkeys

yuhoo7 opened her eyes at 05:29 AM on November 4, 2009.

Life is a choice. Stuff happens, and then we get to choose.

Now do I want a spider monkey from South America, or a Yunnan Golden Monkey from China? Looks like the Spider Monkey can slap harder. A sense of security is an important factor when picking the right monkey. I'm going with the Spider.

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