Da n Of The Dead

Sigh......where to start?

I have a shopping mall that recurs in my dreams. This is no ordinary shopping mall, no no my friend. You see, the men's room is also a casino. The urinals are nestled in among the slot machines. It sucks, b/c it's always hard to find a place to pee. Occasionally there is a secluded corner. But the other night I didn't go to the bathroom....I was just in the same mall. However, the same mall is present in alot of my dreams.

Today, only a day after getting my car back from getting a brand new windshield...did a rock hit my brand new windshield. Yep. Small oval bundle of goodness. Geez, the windshield doesn't even have wiper marks on it yet! BRAND NEW.

Oh well, I guess it's not just c'est la vie, it's more like c'est...MY...la vie.

Oh yeah, and I've realized that it's genetic: My mom is a total spazz/clutz, and her father is too. My grandfather was in WalMart where my grandmother made him buy a cake for my birthday. Well, while walking with it, my granddad dropped it. It was a very big cake, too! Luckily it didn't hurt it....got a bit of the icing on the plastic..but it was still very good! It's funny b/c my grandma was all worried and upset b/c he dropped it. (but it was FINE!)

So there, GENETIC. Geez, thanks alot, MOM!

Oh, again, this is why I don't carry an automatic weapon in my car. (The rock thing)