All you can eat buffet I'm being eaten alive by insects. I itch, itch, itch. The bites are mostly on the backs of my thighs. Some of them are pretty high up, making it funny when I itch them because it looks as though I'm scratching my ass. Then again, if I wanted to scratch my ass in public, I could. It's my ass and I shall do as I see fit with it. Anyhoo, the itching is driving me nutty. Compounding the agony is the fact that I cut all my nails off yesterday after I broke another nail. Trimming would not suffice this time so they all had to perish. Now the bug bite scratching is not as satisfying. I get a few moments of relief when I lower myself into a steaming tub of water. Ahhhh, burn the itch out. The feeling is short lived however for the toweling off bit just aggrevates the bites again. Then I slather on Cortizone 10. I can't wait til winter when all the little buggers freeze to death. Die you bastards!!! posted by Beth 2:01 AM . . . Sunday, August 31, 2003 My dream I had an odd dream last night. In my dream, Eric (I know it was him because a: he looked exactly like himself, and b: he was wearing a black shirt with his name written across his chest in white letters) was some sort of vampire-like creature. He couldn't decide whether or not he wanted to kill me. He kept me in a puppy cage. It was just wide and deep enough for me to crawl into and sit. Everyday he would drag me out of my cage by the hair, whirl me around, push my head to one side, and go to bite me. He'd stop just as his teeth touched my neck and kick me to the floor. He'd say something like I'm not going to kill you today, get back in your fucking cage. He'd kill and eat other people and make me watch. There were half-eaten corpses all around my cage. He'd get frustrated because he couldn't decide what to do with me. He'd yell and kick my cage and throw the dead people around the room. He'd pace around the room mumbling to himself then he'd sit down in front of my cage, look at me and say, I should kill you but if I kill you, I won't have anyone to talk to. The dream felt very real. Of course, when I woke up there was no cage. There was no dead people. Just Eric sleeping soundly next to me. He wasn't even trying to kill me or anything. Weird. I could analyze this all day. Cages, indecision.....sounds pretty accurate. posted by Beth 8:22 PM . . .
My dream I had an odd dream last night. In my dream, Eric (I know it was him because a: he looked exactly like himself, and b: he was wearing a black shirt with his name written across his chest in white letters) was some sort of vampire-like creature. He couldn't decide whether or not he wanted to kill me. He kept me in a puppy cage. It was just wide and deep enough for me to crawl into and sit. Everyday he would drag me out of my cage by the hair, whirl me around, push my head to one side, and go to bite me. He'd stop just as his teeth touched my neck and kick me to the floor. He'd say something like I'm not going to kill you today, get back in your fucking cage. He'd kill and eat other people and make me watch. There were half-eaten corpses all around my cage. He'd get frustrated because he couldn't decide what to do with me. He'd yell and kick my cage and throw the dead people around the room. He'd pace around the room mumbling to himself then he'd sit down in front of my cage, look at me and say, I should kill you but if I kill you, I won't have anyone to talk to. The dream felt very real. Of course, when I woke up there was no cage. There was no dead people. Just Eric sleeping soundly next to me. He wasn't even trying to kill me or anything. Weird. I could analyze this all day. Cages, indecision.....sounds pretty accurate. posted by Beth 8:22 PM . . .
