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Name: Adam
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Orange County
Birthday: 3/1/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: I like video games, reading, comics, beach bonfires, programming, making money, drinking, and eating good food and desserts *drool*
Occupation: Computer related (Internet)
Industry: Computers (Internet)
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  kamikamikampai
Member Since:
6/25/2005
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| I had another dream that was interesting and involved LAM:
So Lammy boy and I were fixing in what could be described as a lap pool with very dark water. And I was ON FIRE as far as casting goes. Man, the distance I was getting on my casts was insane and other people fishing around the pool were taking notice as well as Lam who was saying, "Wow, good job!"
And so on my first cast I nab a fishy. I reel it in and it has no fins and no tail, but neither Lam nor I really think that's weird. Also, it's a blue fish that Lam-chops calls a Blue Back. He tells me it's really rare and asks if he wants me to de-hook it. I say no, I got it, and I unhook it. Then he asks if I have the back rash yet.
And I look at him and say, "What?". And he says, "Oh, you didn't know? Most people are insanely allergic to the Blue Back and get a yellow, scaley rash on the sides of the back. So I look at my hands in disgust and suddenly realize that my eye is REALLY itchy. And HELL if I'm going to rub highly-allergic Blue Back SLIME into my eye. So I ignore my incessant need to poke my eye and continue fishing.
At this point my casts are getting everyone's attention. All I hear are compliments thrown my way, or people asking, "Oh wow, who's the big caster!?" So I keep casting, which most of the time is over other people's lines, over bridges, over people themselves. But no one is phased by my distrupting casts and continues to bombard me with metaphoric pats on the back. Then something aweful happens.
As I cast what would be my last cast of the dream, some people start screaming right where my line just hit the water. Some lady is being chomped on, clamped down on, by a HUGE clam. She's just bobbing there, struggling to get free of this thing, and I suddenly realize that my hook has caught onto the clam. And then with startling speed the clam TAKES OFF with the lady in its mouth. I don't know how clams swim, but this one did. And fast!
So naturally I start trying to REEL HER IN. If she's being dragged away by some crazy clam, and I've got the sucker hooked, I'm going to try to save her, right? So somehow my tiny thin little line doesn't instantly SNAP and I'm able to at least slow the bastard down until someone else grabs the clam and a bunch of guys pry its jaws of death open (shells of death?) and get her out.
After she gets out, her boyfriend starts beating up a life guard, blaming him for what happened. In between punches to the face, the life guard is able to explain that the clam surfaced due to how far out someone was casting. He points in the direction of the offender. And apparently that is me. Thus, he starts charging around the side of the pool toward me.
I know exactly what's going on here. I know he's coming over to me. And I saw what happened to the life guard. So I know he's going to try and beat me up. So what else could I do, but cast my line at his face when he got close.
As my hook neared his face I yanked down and caught his bottom lip. And I reeled him in. Now, for all you non-physics majors out there, please note that what I'm about to do IS physically possible while NOT in a dream setting, but only for ME and my magical-unbreakable line.
So with this 200+ pound guy, hooked at the mouth, dangling from my 5-10 lb.fishing line, I whip the fishing pole back, heave forward, and cast him out. A huge guy flying through the air like a dead fish is quite a spectacle, but seeing him SPLASH would be even better. Unfortunately I woke up before that happened.
Weird dreams... I wonder what they mean sometimes?
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| Yeah I know, it's lame to talk to your xanga as if it's real and it somehow misses you and your rantings, but here it goes...
Xanga, I'm sorry I've neglected you. I hope you're not too mad at me. It's not that I haven't visited the site, because I mean, well, I've been reading and posting on other peoples' blogs, it's just that I haven't been posting on you.
I'm not going to try to hide anything. The real truth is that I've grown to hate you. You're not as beautiful as you used to be, you're old, and quite frankly, you just don't get it up for me any more. I'm sorry Xanga, but I'm leaving you for another man.
NO NO, I'M SO SORRY! I TAKE IT ALL BACK! I NEED YOU! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!
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| Last night was awesome, but my voice is pretty messed up. I have a sore throat, but it's all worth it!
Thanks for doing karaoke with me guys, I hope you all liked it and we can go again. Sushi is omega'licious as well!
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| THIS is what happens to you if you fall asleep on my bed.
You get paid a visit by MR. BULL!!! (he's got a gassy ass)
Sweet dreams...
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| It's Mama's day today! Give me some love!
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