it was about the nicest kiss i can remember.

so much a better dream than the ones before it, which mostly involved vietnatmese psychics telling me they know i have a crush on them, my mother in solitary confinement with me unable to rescue her, the really scary elevator dream with it's fifth element overtones and empty sky ceiling and the dream in which i simply don't wake up and am found se7en-style by my brother and morgan freeman.

i am guilty of all the sins, though, so who knows how they would find me. in the dream, i couldn't see myself, only my brother and morgan freeman.

totally gross.

i have a new cubicle mate, she is one of the temps and she's really nice and wicked pretty. she grew up in a town so small that cedar rapids frightens her. i think that's sweet.

today i talked to someone whose name was Gold Love. Gold Love, people. i am going to think up a name as radical as that one, and when i do i expect all of you to start calling me it immediately.

i have been partaking of a lot of madonitation over the last few days. i blame her, mostly. i mean, yesterday i was on madonna sites all night, and i was only out of bed for about a quarter of the day.

i think madonna really scares me, with what i read on her site. also, i think it's funny that she is way into kaballah, and that she got guy ritchie into it. i think it's even funnier that she's gotten a tattoo (is it ferreal or just for her die another day video?) in hebrew, since judaism forbids tattoos and everything. i wonder what the doods 'round the chabad center think about that one.