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Weekender.



I'm the one with the black hair and stripey shirt.

It's so California when I say it but, it was so cold this morning! I think it's going to be a reasonable seventy something degrees out. Brrr. Autumn won't get here fast enough. I want to shuffle through the leaves, see my breath in the air and buy new sweaters.

Yes, sweater weather is on its way.

You have become one of those people.



All everyone ever talks about anymore are babies. "My baby, baby's daycare, I miss my baby, baby, baby!" It wears me out pretending to be interested in this all day.

I'm sure my sentiments will change once I crank one of those baby-things out.

Car thief



I've been plauged with anxiety dreams about my car. In the first dream I confronted a midget car theif, who once his plan was thwarted trying to steal my car, ran around the neighborhood like a tiny goblin setting off car alarms everywhere. In the second dream I sat posed on the balcony of my non-existent house with a rifle, trying to catch the vandals that kept breaking my windows.

Somehow I have some misplaced anxiety that makes me dream about this.