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2000-07-10::13:45:05

Dreams are so weird. I had a dream last night that I was at a high school dance with everyone I worked with and that I was slow dancing with one of the managers of our store. Usually I can connect every dream I have back to earlier conversations, or situations, or thoughts I have had, but this one came totally out of left field. This manager isn't even one of the managers I think is good looking. He is a nice guy and all, and sometimes I have conversations with him about music, but I don't know why I was dancing with him rather than another manager- like Chris from the cafe. Oh well, I am trying to look too much into this. I have to get in the shower and get ready for work now anyway.

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My Smiths anthem is...'What She Said' My Smiths anthem is... "What She Said"
Snarl, cynic, snarl! Your philosophy and intellect seem to have gotten the best of you, and you seem to like it so far (at least outwardly). People? Who needs people when you have books and mountains of rationalization? Consider whether your bad luck in life may be the result of a matching mountain of self-pity, and try something new for a change (or someone new...)
"What She Said" is from Meat Is Murder.

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