Kevin's Random Thoughts
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Kevin Responds to Fan Mail...
Jen aka Shooter's Girl aka Dr Noonian Van Faulk - That comment wasn't aimed directly at you. It was aimed at a group of people who upset me. It just so happens you often get put in with that group. But you're better than that, and I don't want to see you lumped in with them.
Annonymous - You just better not be Bill.
I had an interesting dream last night. The whole thing took place in my house. I was dating this girl. Her name is unknown and she's no one I recognise. But she's hot. Being me, I'm very aloof to her and avoid anything serious. So as I'm sitting out on my deck, two men show up to each try and take her away. The first, a man from her past, is Angel Eyes for The Good, The Bad, The Ugly (guess what I watched before going to bed). The second is a man who just recently fell in love with her. He's the same age as Angel Eyes, a beard showing traces of gray, and passion in his eyes. So we sit around the table eyeing each other. When she walks into the room, I can tell I've already lost by the way she looks at them. I get mad and take off, looking for a drink. My drink of choice? Red wine. The entire wedding party is now at my house trying to calm me down. They tell me I should forget her and find someone else. They even mention I could pick up the hot bartender at the bar down the street with my smooth talking. (NOTE: There is no bar anywhere in my neighborhood). I got back in the room and make a plea. She asks each of us to say something to her to convince her who she should be with (ah.. ah... a little Shakespear here anyone?) The other two make passionate speaches about how much they love her. When it's my turn, I don't have the words, nor do I have the passion. I accept my defeat and leave. I never find out which of the other two she chooses. So I start getting drunk on the red wine down in my basement. And of all the people to watch out for me and calm me down, it's Roy. But then Amy Lamb gets everyone ready to go to the bar down the street. After some more little things that involve me drinking wine and breaking the bottles, I get ready to go... but I can't leave the house...
The dream then fades to Red Green eating penguins on a raft in the middle of the ocean.
I really liked that dream, even though in the end the good guy (me) loses. Maybe it's because even though I have more confidence in myself than I have in a long time, I feel like a dirty rotten bastard. Or maybe because I had a hot girlfriend, even for a short time.
I need a drink... red wine.
Jen aka Shooter's Girl aka Dr Noonian Van Faulk - That comment wasn't aimed directly at you. It was aimed at a group of people who upset me. It just so happens you often get put in with that group. But you're better than that, and I don't want to see you lumped in with them.
Annonymous - You just better not be Bill.
I had an interesting dream last night. The whole thing took place in my house. I was dating this girl. Her name is unknown and she's no one I recognise. But she's hot. Being me, I'm very aloof to her and avoid anything serious. So as I'm sitting out on my deck, two men show up to each try and take her away. The first, a man from her past, is Angel Eyes for The Good, The Bad, The Ugly (guess what I watched before going to bed). The second is a man who just recently fell in love with her. He's the same age as Angel Eyes, a beard showing traces of gray, and passion in his eyes. So we sit around the table eyeing each other. When she walks into the room, I can tell I've already lost by the way she looks at them. I get mad and take off, looking for a drink. My drink of choice? Red wine. The entire wedding party is now at my house trying to calm me down. They tell me I should forget her and find someone else. They even mention I could pick up the hot bartender at the bar down the street with my smooth talking. (NOTE: There is no bar anywhere in my neighborhood). I got back in the room and make a plea. She asks each of us to say something to her to convince her who she should be with (ah.. ah... a little Shakespear here anyone?) The other two make passionate speaches about how much they love her. When it's my turn, I don't have the words, nor do I have the passion. I accept my defeat and leave. I never find out which of the other two she chooses. So I start getting drunk on the red wine down in my basement. And of all the people to watch out for me and calm me down, it's Roy. But then Amy Lamb gets everyone ready to go to the bar down the street. After some more little things that involve me drinking wine and breaking the bottles, I get ready to go... but I can't leave the house...
The dream then fades to Red Green eating penguins on a raft in the middle of the ocean.
I really liked that dream, even though in the end the good guy (me) loses. Maybe it's because even though I have more confidence in myself than I have in a long time, I feel like a dirty rotten bastard. Or maybe because I had a hot girlfriend, even for a short time.
I need a drink... red wine.
Comments:
Thanx for clearing that up. Umm, I'm home, it's late, you're not online.. dunno if monday has fallen through... ur prolly busy , so its ok. I hope to talk to you soon...
Shooter's Girl
Shooter's Girl
# posted by 
: August 22, 2004 11:13 PM
: August 22, 2004 11:13 PM
My dream involved me passing through Bathurst while heading to Moncton with my parents and me mentioning that if I had a good job, I'd live here...but I'd miss my friends.
I woke up with tears in my eyes...I'm really looking for something I can't seem to find.
It's not a job since I pretty much found one last night.
I woke up with tears in my eyes...I'm really looking for something I can't seem to find.
It's not a job since I pretty much found one last night.
# posted by : August 24, 2004 9:01 AM
: August 24, 2004 9:01 AM
That last one about the Bathurst dream was me...Harvey. In case you didn't guess.
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# posted by : August 24, 2004 12:34 PM
: August 24, 2004 12:34 PM