Whoa sorry

I'm sorry if I brought you all down with my last post. I really didn't mean it to sound that sad. That is why I talked about ripping things out of assholes at the end. Apparently I alarmed some people. I am okay-that was just some much needed closure. Having to deal with that apartment was really annoying, and I just wanted to be rid of it, and now I am. It didn't affect me the way I thought it would, but it was closure nonetheless. B's a jackoff, and I know that, and I will have random sex with strangers to prove that I am dealing with this breakup healthily. Wait...

Here is something to cheer you up: last night I dreamt that we were at some big county fair and there was an elephant doing tricks and all of a sudden it broke loose and started stomping on people and going crazy. So Diane and I jumped into our station wagon (?) to drive away, but he jumped in the backseat and was growling at us, you know because elephants are always growling, so I just started singing some Pat Benetar (obviously), and it totally calmed him down, and he went back into his cage, and I saved the entire fair. Then--in my dream--I thought, 'Man, I seriously need to blog about this.'

I found out that dreaming about an elephant means you are laying the groundwork for wealth and success. Normally I don't believe in that stuff, but come on--clearly I am laying that groundwork by blogging at work and buying lottery tickets. Freaky, huh?