WTF???

since when does the code for dark red turn into bright pink? and why on god's green earth am i getting server errors on what used to be that lame excuse for a guestbook?

everything is fucking beautiful in coffecup...fucking right. and then i copy and i paste...and WTF???

now, somebody else flipping sign this new guestbook so i can go in and do some editing.

god...i am living in a code nightmare.

speaking of nightmares...err, dreams really.

i had a dream...(and the earth stops rotating and everyone pauses to listen)

dig it...

i have been waiting for this dream to come...i have been asking for it. i needed to know a little more of what is to come. and so this morning i got nothing of what i expected.

there was a training facility...in a town that has an I40 and an I30...i know of no I40 currently, but i shall be looking now.

it was built on a 7 acre lot partially under what seemed to be some sort of bridge. lots of cracked concrete and support beams. it looked like an old-school skate park. indeed, we were rollerblading...no shit. but the whole principle was teaching what was left of the children how to ride fast, take big hits and not fall down.

in said dream i shattered my wrist giving an example of how to fly in to a wall at full speed, bounce back and turn...and use the force of the blow as momentum. it was rather funny because i was a guest at this 'facility', having come in from the 'trees' to check on a friend and see how the training was going. indeed, i was being trained in their way...as my devious ways of robin hooding around the woods aren't so well camouflauged in the remaining urban jungles.

ahhh, crash course in urban warfare when i sleep. restful, i am certain.

ohh...did i leave out the guns and mutations? hmph. my bad. best to clear out of the cities when the shit goes down, or go underground.

well, if you aren't coming with me anyway.

needless to say, in my dream, whilst driving away with my shattered wrist...i was thankful to be going back for my horse and the treehouse. but i will now learn to rollerblade (or get a bad-ass skateboard and go truly old-skool on these mutated futuristic city freaks)

it was a cool dream. not gonna write about the other one...i already know what it means.

in my last update...from hours ago...i mentioned having a fascinating conversation. funny how, at the same moment i was standing in mel's parking lot with all these random thoughts pouring into my mind from some other place...that my hester emailed me to say hi. seems tammy, david's sister, has gone on vacation for a week and she wants us to come visit her down in gay-ville. trust me, tis better for tammy to be gone. so, can we...can we please? huh?

*flashing biggest, cheesiest grin*

it's hester, afterall. much fun and interesting conversations could be had.

also, i need to take you somewhere. down 35, right near midlothian, there is a view from a hill you need to see at night. the only view in this city worth looking at. perhaps when we go home we can check it out on the way back...or perhaps it should be a special trip.

i should really clean instead of fucking with html, but it just isn't as fun and doesn't give me near the headache.

also...a terri called today to say that she was back from sin city, so a visit to fort worth is soon coming. i need a puppy hug from my willow.

besides...there are cool people to meet, funky places to go and a terri who needs birthday wishes from a me.

going to get pictures up now...

laters

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