i was sad cuz my computer was broken and my dreamweaver was corrupted and i was tired and i really didnt want to have to go to bed early to wake up and get into the xbi in the morning.
she said, come work for me.
i said, nah.
she said, you dont think you could work for me?
i said, no, i dont think i could work for you.
she sighed and agreed. then she asked what she could do to cheer me up and i told her that i always liked it when she would send me pictures of herself and then i remembered that i didnt even have my Outloook working to receive any damn pictures that she would take and i slammed my fist into the bed, dropping my phone accidentally, and, of course, breaking it.
she called me on my cell phone and she could tell that i had been crying.
i was falling apart.
she said why dont you just hang out with me on tour and write about it.
and i woke up.
it had been a terrible dream.
my phone however was on the floor, broken. my computer kept starting and restarting. and when my cell phone rang, the little display said Mariah.
and here i am at the xbi. dull and early.
my astrology says not to bitch this week, to be thankful.
always being right n shit.