3.22.2006

#44

one time i bought a pocket full of rye instead of waiting for my girlfriend to get back with a cookie she bought me in her dream and i remember feeling slightly guilty for it especially since i dont really know what rye is or what it looks like or even what it is used for besides rye whiskey which isnt the best but even so i never shouldve gone and gotten a pocketful of some mysterious grain when i knew that somebody was going to buy me a cookie because i like cookies and i probably like whoever is buying me cookies even better than i like the cookies themselves and my rye is a symbol of disrespect and a real slap in the face response to my friends gesture of good will and i bet i mumbled in that dream because i always mumble in real life when i find myself facing an awkward situation like that or i might become very impassioned and give the best speech i will ever regret about the obvious health benefits of rye over shortbread cookies and i just imagine that the whole dream takes place in an english open air market in the 18th century with little english tykes running around and everyones attire is a mixture of off whites and light browns in a very english way even though it sounds more middle eastern like the bible or something

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