this month's Blurb

"You touch me on my chest and stuff"

I'm going to take the rain as a good sign.

It's not that it hasn't rained like this here before, it's just that people can't remember. I wish it would stop though. My next door neighbor is supposely in the porn business, did I mention that? Well that's according to our past tenant. Bright flashes go off in his apartment from time to time, especially last night. Who knows what he's doing in their, it may not be anything x-rated at all but when someone leaves you a tiny bit of information like that, ones mind can't help but to wonder. Rainy days and 'cat power' go very well together, like coffee and cigarettes. So about cigarettes, I've kinda gave up smoking? But I do smoke maybe 4-5 times a month maybe, does that count? I'm sure it does. I'm pretty hopeful that I will be smoke free soon though. All those years, dollars, time, wrinkles, frowns, bad breath, yuck. Yuck is all I can and will say about that. But even now, I do have urges, like when I have a bad day or when I'm really hungry.
I had this crzy dream last night. I'd like to talk about it, but really don't know how. I wonder how this week's going to turn out. Tomorrow is my last day and come Wednesday everything new. A bit scared, worried, excited, happy? Question marks do come in handy.




My first dream about copper was few nights ago. I was making an energy drink in the mixer for one of my cousins. My grandmother who passes away about two years ago was standing next to me. After the drink was finally done, I gave a glass to my cousin and he didn't like the taste of it. And since my grandmother was next to me, I decided to give her a glass thinking that she probably wouldn't like it, BUT she DID. And I gave a glass to copper as well and she loved it. And then I woke up realizing that I dreamt about the two, whom I loved very much and tried to go back to continue, but I started dreaming about something else. And I still remember thinking in my dream, since the drink tasted like chocolate, I was worried that if I gave it to copper that she might get sick or die since dogs can't have chocolate. But she wanted it so bad and looked so cute the way she always did (its so weird using past tense) I gave it to her making sense to myself that it probably doesn't contain enough REAL chocolate to harm her. So strange...


i love you

I've been avoiding writing on my blog. I attempted to about a week ago, but every time I end up writing about Copper and then I can't go on typing any longer. Copper my dog, the puppy that walked into our lives died. She passed away so quickly that we my parents didn't get the chance to get her to the vet. I couldn't help to think about Sean, who gave me the sweetest dog ever, I'm sorry. What hurts me the most is that I didn't even get to see her. She died the day before I arrived to visit my parents. Ahh I can't talk about her any longer. I'm still pretty emotional about it, she only passed away two fridays ago.