I realized that lately all I've been posting about lately is 24 and Grey's Anatomy. This means one of two things:
1) I'm very shallow, and have so little going on in my life that I talk about TV constantly.
2) At least I'm not whining about my break up anymore. (You know, save for that vicious set of lyrics I posted on V-Day, but that was to be expected. Deal.)
Anyway, I had the wierdest dream last night. I dreamt that I was a little kid again back home in Erie, and I was at the butcher shop with my mom. Yes, my mother was old school, we still went to the butcher shop, and she had her own garden. I'm pretty sure my parents were hippies in a former life.
And by a former life, I mean the 70s.
Looking at our furniture from around the time I was born, I'm almost positive of it. Given my love of taking showers, I'm really glad I didn't have to grow up on a commune or something, that would have sucked.
Nevertheless, in my dream I just kept eating. And I remembered that everytime we went to the butcher shop, my mom would give me a piece of baloney out of the stuff she just bought, and buy me one of the black and white iced sugar cookies. The ones that were like the size of my friggin head, but only cost 30 cents? Let's face it, that was like 20 years ago.
Then I woke up and I'm like-baloney? WTF? I haven't had that in like 5 years, and the last time I tasted it, I thought I was going to puke. So why the hell would I have a dream about it? Better yet, why did we ever like that stuff when we were kids? It's like an old shoe mixed with salt.
I guess the point of all this is that it's wierd. If I was like a lot of my friends from high school, I never would have left Erie, which, after visiting there a couple of years ago, is not a good thing. Unfortunately, my hometown is very much on the downside of it's peak, and with the way a lot of blue collar jobs are being outsourced, I don't see that changing anytime during my lifetime.
But when you're a kid, home is home and you don't know any better, you can't imagine packing up and moving, and starting a whole new life. Now, we all contemplate the potential of moving at one point or another to take another job, explore other opportunities, or whatever. And as much as I still sometimes miss the familiarity of my small little hometown, I certainly wouldn't trade where I live for anything. (Okay, minus the snow and the crime)
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You should give bologna another chance sometime, except fry it - it's even better that way.
I loved it as a kid also. The only reason I don't eat it now is 'cause it's not very healthy and it makes you fat.
You dreamt about bologna because you like men. Ahahahahahahahaha.
Gordo, I agree with Sarah. You should take notice of the signs. It would have been much cooler if you had said that you dreamt of roast beef or something, which of course means that you miss being with women. It is unfortunate, but dreaming of Bologna is like dreaming of eating tubesteak.
J/K Gordo... ;)
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