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I have gone through two double ply extra big toilet paper rolls and am currently working on my third.
Every time I get sick I have incredible dreams. 
Last night I dreamed about a woman who was trying to kill my mother, she resembled Salma Hayek.  We were hiding from her in her vast mansion and you could hear her voice through a master intercom.  She yelled at us in Spanish; "Es mio!  Nadie me lo puede quitar!"  When she neared the room we were in, I came out from behind the curtains wielding two lamps upon which I broke on her head.  The first one hit her shoulder and the second broke upon her head which resulted in the cord hanging from her neck so I pulled on both ends and got behind her.  I've never strangled anyone before and this was more or less new to me but years of exposure to television gave me a general idea.  The harder I tugged the less she struggled, until finally she collapsed, me on her back still pulling like the reins on a horse.  The struggle finally ended in front of a giant mirror where I looked at us both an realized the woman I killed was my mother.
Weird?

alcohol shmalcohol

Goodness!
I came to the realization that when one drinks, they represent a certain side of themselves, but is this side more prevalent than the sober? Did I not enjoy myself? Didn't I? YES I DID!

iPlease iPod iFail

I never wanted one in the first place but I received one as an x-mas gift. I didn't open it for weeks. It remained in its container under the same clutter of monstrous sweaters, skinny jeans, and armpit stained white t-shirts. There it remained, new and bright orange, encased in plastic, waiting to be touched. I refused to fall into the fad of white ear-bud wearing people, clumsily walking through English halls, completely deaf to the world, deaf to me wanting to get by. MOVE!!!!
But alas, here I am, constantly skipping to the next song because it isn't the one of thousands that I want to hear. I play the song over again, I even bought the car plug-in, the docking system, the stupid little sleeve with a securing velcro strip, I even bought new white ear-buds because the cat chewed through my old ones. I am the mindless girl who walks in the middle of the sidewalk, almost sideswiped by the biker in blue, who yells something at me that I can't hear, its just him singing along to Dear Prudence. Ooh...I love that song!