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During my hiatus, I dreamt that I got a pet. A little puppy dog.

I think it stemmed from the fact that my boss brought her dog into work the other day and everyone was dotting on the meangie thing. I remember telling her when she got it that it is the lonely woman's companion, along with a book and the telly. A good pet. Every single person in this neighborhood has one. Then, in my dream, they told me to make all these payments to the apartment complex, to upgrade my status from the non-pet having to the new pet haver. The amount of additonal money I had to pay was enormous, but I still wanted to keep the pet. I dont know what that dream says about me. All I can tell you is--I do not want a pet, I can talk to it but it won't talk back. And then, I'll have some thing to look after, it's hard enough looking after this great big apartment that I have to constantly make sure it's clean, linear, and wonderfully decorated but then, a living thing.

I wanted to respond to my former entry. Unbeknownst to me, I had expressed similar views on a previous post. I had no idea that I had, and me not wanting to screen myself I didn't think it would be reasonable to edit it. But it is repetitive to have to read through double doses of me whining about one adorable man. However, even though I am acknowledging the fact that this is my journal and I have the right to say whatever it is I want--albeit repetitive--I just wanted to point out to anyone out there who may just be bumping into this stupidity for the first time.

--yes, I do think real thoughts--about the starving children the world over and what we can do to save them. Yes, it is overwhelming when you think the world is consumed with hate, and hypocrites that judge you at every instance.

--yes, sometimes I would like to believe that stuff happens for a reason and sometimes no matter how hard my philosophical bullshit brain thinks about it, I may not come up with a reason, none whatsoever. Sort of makes you wonder, so why the fuck did it happen, and why did it have to happen to me, why now, why at this time?

I think it is at these moments when I am consumed with all these riddles of life that my poor hapless self cannot change that I bask in the "stupidity" of a hopeless longing for an unattainable dream. And I wonder, how did I get here? How did my brain get so sapped of everything eloquent?

The dog maybe a good idea.