Crazycrone (crazycrone) wrote,
Crazycrone
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Dog Rough...

What is the tune they play on that advert, anyway ? (http://www.flybmi.com)... Anyway, I am no better at all, and no doubt have SARS. It's all disgusting. There have been exceptionally weird nightmares attached, too. Almost impossible to describe, but last night, I was ill in the bed, in the dark, just like 'real', and this vicious black girl I didn't recognise jumped in, (kind of a cross between Scary Spice and this tough girl who used to frighten me back in NY, Thelma de la Rosa - kind of a darker, eviller 'Perdita Durango'-)She was snarling with animal-like teeth, and whacking hell out of me. I was too feeble to defend myself at all, and shivering, with alarming palpitations, as she battered me. I yelled for help, and my father roared from downstairs in the house, with a huge echoing voice, that I deserved everything I got, and I always was useless, anyway, why not just give up and die? This was made even more horrible by my knowing that my father is actually dead-
Shit...I have no money, don't feel up to going out, and there's virtually no food here. I'm bloody hungry, but I never did understand about feeding colds and starving fevers. I have both, in any event. (Groans piteously-)
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