i went to visit an old friend....

actually, she was an old crush. her personality is my type and she has marriage potential written all over her. i always thought she was an average looking girl, but my cousin said she was ugly. i rarely saw this girl, she used to work at my business and i would only see her when i was at work. judging by the amount of time i spend on here, its obvious i dont work much in the back of my mind i always thought what if? i knew she liked me, and she tried to lead me on but i wouldnt fall for it. she would get mad and call me stupid all the time for not picking up on the hints. maybe i have a slow reaction when it comes to these things, or maybe i didnt like her as much as i thought i did.

a couple of years ago, we had this big family get together. im sitting at a table with my cousins outwitting them (thats a first!) in conversation. im having a good time and someone grabs a piece of my hair and pulls down HARD. i almost fell over and i was i was going to verbally abuse whoever did this to me, when i turned around and it was her. im . she was there the whole time and i didnt even notice her. she asks me why i didnt say hi to her earlier and we go through the usual formalities. i think the reason why i remember this is because she almost made me fall over by pulling my hair. i can laugh about it now, but at the moment it happened it was no laughing matter.

back to her personality, it was terrific. i dont know how to desribe or explain her personality because its unique. this is one of only a couple/few times i've ever met a girl and actually liked her personality. this is what makes her marriage potential, because her personality is what i've been searching for, for so long. i had to take care of some business on her part of town today so i dropped by to visit her. i dodged a bullet there. she was....meh. despite how great her personality was, it could never compensate for her appearance. here's one to my cousin for watching out for me, i luv ya cuz


since im sharing so much, i mine as well tell you about my dream. it was such a cool dream, i wanted to share it with you guys.

a couple of kids...roughly 10 live next to me. this little girl would always come over to my house to talk to me. why? i do not know...maybe out of boredom or maybe she just wanted someone to converse with. when i was out driving i would notice a roll of graves with oddly shaped tombstones. i think this creeped me out because the graves looked like they were made by kids. i guess you could say it was my 6th sense kicking in, but i immediately stopped talking to that little girl.

the door rings. my mums answers the door and its a delivery courier for me. my mums signs for the package and he wheels in a shopping cart. he starts to hand her these round objects in a black plastic bag. as im watching the whole scene in front of my eyes, i yelled at my mom to not accept the packages and slam the door. she turns to me and asks me why? i told her to look inside the plastic bag and she did..... she pulled out a dead human head. inside every one of those nicely wrapped packages was a head.

i went to the door to kick the courier out and guess who's standing next to him? its that little girl. behind them in a van was her slightly older brother in the drivers seat smirking at me. he isn't old enough to be driving i thought, whats he doing driving a van? why are they delivering this to me....it all doesn't make any sense. in the midst of my shock/confusion the courier pulls out a gun and head shots me point blank. as im falling to the ground the courier pulls the trigger a few more times. my last thoughts as i was falling to my grave were why? you already shot me and im going to die, whats the point of shooting me more? HAH, awesome dream huh?

i could of probally made my story alot more interesting and added more details, but my writing skills are poor and im too lazy to write a novel. what was the point of all of this? the hell i know...just wanted to type out my thoughts. good or bad...let the e-bashing begin.

 

How did I know someone would think of it the wrong way and do something like this?

The story about that girl is just that, a story. I have many stories...just that I dont remember them at the moment. That girl has a fiance now, so it doesn't matter if she even looked good enough for me to persue. I have the opportunity to be picky and im going to exercise that right. If i was a average guy, she would of been my wife by now. The chemistry was definetely there and still is.

I remember why I didnt try that hard before, I had to have a unbiased opinion. Someone who wasn't swayed or caught up in the moment to give me the opinion i seeked about her appearance. I always refer to my cuz, lets call him Johnny, for opinions on all the girls I date or persue.

The dream was just bizarre. I have alot of weird dreams like that. Usually I'll forget about them right away, but this one was hard to forget. I think it'll be hard to forget a dream where u died?