Well, today, we're going for broke.
Oh, you know what? Fuck Netscape, fuck AOL, fuck my goddamn crippled computer, and fuck everything else! Fucking Netscape just shut down and fucking killed my entry. I took time on this entry! It took a fuck of a long time to type up. I didn't skimp on anything. I hate all this bullshit and I wish to god I hadn't been stupid enough to start a goddamn online journal.
So, you're just getting a goddamned list of the week-end events, because I don't feel like taking the effort of typing it all up in full detail again. All right?
I got my new watch. It's worth $300, and it's solar powered. My father also bought me beanie babies, a sno-globe with a gargoyle in it, perfume, and a necklace with a chinese coin on it. Dirk got a job, full-time, at 7-11. He starts training on Monday. We spent most of Friday shopping for shoes and a pair of pants for him. We visited Charlie and Devin late in the evening, and stayed past midnight. We went to the Library. We saw Jon, Katie's ex, and hung out with him in the evening. We cleaned out the car. We attempted a picnic, which was aborted due to a goddamned wine festival. I had a wierd dream. If you wanted to hear about the weird dream, tough shit. Tell Netscape to get their sorry asses over to my house to fix their goddamned program so it doesn't shut down for silly ass reasons. Right now I just want to punch in this computer screen so badly I could cry. Fucking bastard computer. Fuck this, fuck technology. I hope everyone on this planet just dies, painfully.
In the dream, I was younger, with dark hair, and a really pale complexion. Someone was carrying me, someone I didn't know. He had a walrus mustache and a tweed jacket. He looked like someone's grandfather, but seemed young, somehow. From time to time, I could see myself from above. I knew I was dying.
"I don't know if I can help you, " the man murmured "But I'll try." He carried me over to a reclining chair and set me down. As he took out thick white candles, I looked around the room. It was an underground chamber, with dark stone walls and a vaulted ceiling. When he was done taking out the candles, he put one row of five on the back of a sofa, and another on a coffee table in front of the sofa. He lit them, and picked me up....for an instant, I was the man, picking a girl up....and put me on the sofa, between the rows of lit candles.
"I'm going to raise a demon to save you." He told me. A video screen appeared in front of me. "It's only fair that you see what happened the last time I tried to raise a demon." I saw a mall, with a planet hollywood restaurant on the top floor. The announcer's voice, the man's voice, said "I decided to punish them, for torturing all those people to death." I saw men playing shuffleboard under a "cafe" sign. I saw them look on as men were led into torture chambers, amused. "I raised up seven demons, and loosed them upon the building." I saw the Planet Hollywood melt into a puddle of lava and slag. I saw the mall collapse. "The results can be unpredictable, you see...." I heard the men inside the mall screaming.
I saw myself, from above, lying helplessly on that couch as the man began the ceremony to raise a demon....."
Okay, so I relented.