and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

Is that a figure of speech? So much work for so little reward. On second thought, I hate you. All of you motherfuckers. Remember, last time, when I said I needed to tell you just that once? Well that was before my teeth felt like they had braille on them. YOU! YOU!!!!!! I hate you motherfuckers!

Why do I you so? I used to hate Batch . . . I used to tell him to fuck himself. The ninja site has some serious improvements. A hate letter that tells (poor) robert to bend over and bite his own dick off to make sure that no one is ever fertilized by his seed. I have listened to nothing but the Beta Band for the last . . . 17 hours. Just two albums. Exactly what I needed to kick the Ween though. Or at least postpone my excitement until I get the albums I need.

That yelling before was totally worthless. I could explain to them how if they were here, I would stick my fingers into their ears and press uncomfortably on their eye sockets with my palms. Not enough to poke . . . just enough to feel bad. And I would punch their head down, so that it would hurt their spine. And I would urinate on their clothing. And rub my asshole on their cheek. In fact, I would just sit on their head, bouncing ever so slightly, restless with anticipation of the moment I could excrete my bounty on them. Truly nothing worse than excrement on your head. In your hair. YOU HEAR THAT MOHTERFUCKERS???? THAT"S WHAT I WOULD FUCKING DO!!!

Someone will report me, I know. Some student or something. Well, I hate you almost the most. I will get kicked out, and I won't even give you the satisfaction of hating you the most. You gotta be careful with these motherfuckers, you know? They'll do that . . . Get you kicked out just so that they'll be special in some way. Oh no. Not this time.

Doing drugs, shmokin weed, shmoking weed, rollin blunts. My throat feels realy bad now. It's a good thing I'm getting such regular sleep so that I don't get sick . . .