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July 6, 2008


The Evil Ms. C

Cl.o.mid that is.

I’m done! I made it through five days with no side effects other than being a little bit more prone to crying and this:

“I hope you DIE,” yelled at K with eyes wide open in the middle of the night.
“Honey, I think you’re having a nightmare.”
“Oh. I am”, and with that I went back to sleep.

That was me yelling at my stepfather (I don’t want K to die!).

Funny thing about the Evil Ms C, she makes me dream very vividly for one (and I’m taking it in the morning) but also, I remember with incredible clarity ALL of the crazy dreams.

The night before that, I did yoga on the lawn with J. Lo. Yep. I don’t even care about J.Lo, don’t know what she sings, don’t know much about J. Lo other than that big booty, but damned if we didn’t have an awesome yoga session on her lawn.

Also that night, a naked man chasing me who had white mushrooms growing on his, ahem, ‘member’.


If this is the worst thing the Evil Ms. C has in store for me, it’s all good.

Tomorrow I have a date with the dildocam and we’ll see if this is taking me anywhere good.