Saturday, November 13, 2004
Blogging a nightmare
Last night, I dreamt of a society that was hell-bent on forgetting the past. We lived under a system that required its people to forget everyone they knew every few years.
It was a simple process: we were all piled into a room, while a cloaked man, eerily close in appearance to the grim-reaper, beckoned from the night outside. One by one, you all walked through the door, and vanished from sight. Bit by bit our memories of all the times we've had together were erased, until there were just a few of us left in the room.
I looked at the last couple of friends that were with me. I expressed a desire to stop this; we didn't have to forget each other. However, they had already resigned to their fate, and so they walked through the black door to the man with the long fingers, and I was left alone in a world that wouldn't remember me. Through many a tear, I walked out to join them, to forget the times we've had that will never be.
Later on, I found myself to be in a world full of beautiful women, and in an Alfie-like way I flirted my way around, never fully committing to any of them, yet remaining the object of their desire. As I was luring a cute redhead into my trap, I wondered if there was a past life that I was forgetting, for all this felt different.
It was a simple process: we were all piled into a room, while a cloaked man, eerily close in appearance to the grim-reaper, beckoned from the night outside. One by one, you all walked through the door, and vanished from sight. Bit by bit our memories of all the times we've had together were erased, until there were just a few of us left in the room.
I looked at the last couple of friends that were with me. I expressed a desire to stop this; we didn't have to forget each other. However, they had already resigned to their fate, and so they walked through the black door to the man with the long fingers, and I was left alone in a world that wouldn't remember me. Through many a tear, I walked out to join them, to forget the times we've had that will never be.
Later on, I found myself to be in a world full of beautiful women, and in an Alfie-like way I flirted my way around, never fully committing to any of them, yet remaining the object of their desire. As I was luring a cute redhead into my trap, I wondered if there was a past life that I was forgetting, for all this felt different.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Sure, it's embarrassing enough as a blog
but imagine your parents receiving this in the mail, with your name on it!
This is exactly what happened because of Victoria's Secret's inability to follow directions.
A past relationship called for ordering something from this provocative website, and despite making it very clear on the order form that I wanted in no shape or form to be affiliated with Victoria's Secret, they made it a point to send a catalogue to my house with my name on it, where my parents were kind enough to pick it up for me.
Shortly thereafter, I was talking to both my parents on the phone, when the issue was brought up.
Dad: "Oh yeah, Thea, did you remember...."
Mom: "Oh! You wouldn't believe what arrived in the mail today, Matt."
Me (apathetic): "Really? What was it?"
Dad: "It was a Victoria's Secret catalogue/"
Mom: "With your name on it."
Pause...
Pause...
Mom (laughter)
Me: "Well that's interesting... soooooo:*CHANGES SUBJECT IMMEDIATELY*
That's the last I heard of it, except for finding it on my desk when I went home for the next break. It made me feel terribly and embarrassingly adult. Has anyone had a time where they've presented their parents with some good evidence that you're growing up? It doesn't have to be racy, just interesting.
So I keep getting the e-mails, and every now and then someone sees it and mistakingly thinks that I'm some sort of player... or a cross-dresser?!?!?!?
PS. Check back with my previous post for a picture of the uber-creepy Tony!
