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Friday, July 30, 2010

Biff Johnson Rides Again

Nobody reads these posts. I don't really understand what the point of this blog is. Nobody will ever stumble on to this. I haven't even told my friends about this. What the heck am I doing. . .?
Coming from a time when Holden didn't understand anything or what in the name of Sam Hill was going on.

I started a new job at the Washington Community Center a few weeks ago! Hoorah. I basically get to sit around and do nothing while getting paid a quarter more than my last job and working almost twice as many hours. It's a nice facility. The staff are like, all total best friends, so I'm pretty out of the loop.

I start school next month. I still don't know what to do. 

I don't know what else to say. My wife is a hottie, but I'm pretty sure everyone knows that.

I figure everyone has already viewed Portraits of Johnny, but here it is again, remastered in HD. Just kidding. I don't even know what that means. Shut up.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Mirror

How's this for a creepy dream (and this may have even been a dream within a dream but I don't remember)--

You walk into your bedroom. Inside your room, there is some sort of killer mirror that has attached itself to one of your walls or bookshelves, but you just think it's another mirror (or else you don't notice it). This mirror has attached two smaller mirrors elsewhere in the room as "eyes," so that when your reflection shows in the smaller mirrors, a trap is triggered, wherein the door to the room locks so you can't get out, the walls begin to close in, and a face appears in the mirror that is not your own. The last part has nothing to really do with killing you, but the face is grotesque. You try to open the door, but it's locked. The walls are moving in toward you to crush you. What do you do?

You smash the mirrors. WITH YOUR FIST. LIKE I DID.

As silly as it sounds, this dream left an impression on me. Maybe because I'm pretty sure I've dreamed it twice now. I figure nobody really cares, but once I figure out the symbolism, I'll let everyone know. Maybe.

Oh yeah, and apparently, the mirror's name was Udo (pronounced oo-doh).

The end.