someone out there is listening

the idea of moving this blog over to a new server kind of scares me. i know all the little parts will break. i kind of just want to take it down, but i also love to read back at all the stupid shit i make up and write about. so it stays. i stopped keeping paper journals about the time this thing came along even though it really doesn't document shit its just here for me to spew, spew, spew my bullshit. even if no one reads it. thats okay. i kind of like it that way. no on to the bullshit.

so yesturday after works i was takin a nappy poo after i had my retire from work white russians, so it was like some of the weiredest best dreams ever. well not best but odd to say the least. i think the main theme has well soemthing to do with going home for xmas or my attempt to this year. i was visited by like the old versions of my high school friends, and something about a puppet show to benefit the flying spagehtti monster put on in the old hays grocery store (which is long been gone and is now the jail but in the dream it was back). we was all driving around in my grannys old 5th ave, naked of course because of the get naked seats. we was driving around with a banner on the side to advertise our bad ass puppet show, going through the drive throughs, circling the loop, gettin drinks from the drive through bar, all while singing songs, playing with puppets and well being naked. it was a good dream day, a good dream, and nice to see my old friends (naked). the show never happened in the dream, it wasn't really about the show, it was more about the preperation and the people behind the show. i think maybe i have been watching too many docuementaries as well.

okay now off to try and pimp some shit so i can go get my puppet on in southeast missouri.