Despite all my rage I am still a mango in a tropical fruit salad. 2004-01-06 - 11:24 a.m.
Gih. You must forgive me for that last entry. I was about due for a rant.
So I had a weird dream last night where I was back home in Craptown, and my mom and sister were there too. We had gone to the grocery store because we wanted to be sure my dad had plenty of the bread he liked (which, in this dream, strangely enough was Wonderbread). We brought all this bread home (about five loaves) and put it all on top of the refrigerator, which now resided in the computer room, instead of the kitchen. I then sat down at the desk and started staring at all the bread on top of the fridge because for some reason it was very entertaining.
Strange, no?
Well I really have nothing else to say. Is it Saturday and/or time to go back to school yet? Sneh.