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sunshyndaisies
Aug. 11th, 2003 12:39 am( Another of those 'about me' memes )
My run-on sentences of the week:
I came across very badly while giving some thoughts to an original piece Eb came up with (which was not the Malinda piece she has posted recently) and it took me a good three hours to calm down enough to shut my internal dialogue off and sleep last night. I really hate prejudice and racism, and I struggle with it constantly. I don't think I'll ever believe that I am going to be normal and today wasn't the first time I've wished to be struck stupid and selfish so I wouldn't have to listen to my conscience and intellect warring with each other. Sat down today and started writing some more about my experiences, but just thinking about it makes me feel ill.
Had tremendous nightmares last night. The first one involved having to kill various members of my family to save the world; I actually killed my cousin Buffy-style with a stiletto heel through the heart. The rest of them I dispatched with The Broken Coke Bottle (which is v. significant to me as a weapon). The second dream was just odd - it involved Warren Beatty and I dancing and his feeling me up in front of Annette Benning. He asked me to start an affair with him. Of course, I refused, citing the fact that his wife was in the room, even though he was doing lovely things to me all the while. In spite of that it was tremendously stressful, as getting felt up by a married man would be with his wife watching. Wonder what Freud would say to those dreams.
My run-on sentences of the week:
I came across very badly while giving some thoughts to an original piece Eb came up with (which was not the Malinda piece she has posted recently) and it took me a good three hours to calm down enough to shut my internal dialogue off and sleep last night. I really hate prejudice and racism, and I struggle with it constantly. I don't think I'll ever believe that I am going to be normal and today wasn't the first time I've wished to be struck stupid and selfish so I wouldn't have to listen to my conscience and intellect warring with each other. Sat down today and started writing some more about my experiences, but just thinking about it makes me feel ill.
Had tremendous nightmares last night. The first one involved having to kill various members of my family to save the world; I actually killed my cousin Buffy-style with a stiletto heel through the heart. The rest of them I dispatched with The Broken Coke Bottle (which is v. significant to me as a weapon). The second dream was just odd - it involved Warren Beatty and I dancing and his feeling me up in front of Annette Benning. He asked me to start an affair with him. Of course, I refused, citing the fact that his wife was in the room, even though he was doing lovely things to me all the while. In spite of that it was tremendously stressful, as getting felt up by a married man would be with his wife watching. Wonder what Freud would say to those dreams.