So I turn in my resignation two months notice and what is the most common reaction I get?! Congratulations! Hello? I am not receiving anymore congratulations unless they are joined by irrefutably irresistible dream job offers. That, or a life long allowance. Like I said.
We had it. Civilized, even friendly. They cannot quite believe I am closing the account. But they are financially somehow relived. While at the same time hoping something new will make our tandem eligible for bets in the race again.
“Dog
To see a dog in your dream, indicate a skill that you have ignored or forgotten, but needs to be activated. Alternatively, dogs may symbolize intuition, loyalty, generosity, protection, and fidelity. Your own values and intentions will enable you to go forward in the world and succeed. If the dog is vicious and/or growling, then it signifies some inner conflict within yourself. It may indicate betrayal and untrustworthiness. If the dog is dead or dying, then it indicates a loss of a good friend. Alternatively, it represents a deterioration of your instincts.
To dream that a dog bites your on the leg, suggests that you have lost your ability to balance aspects of your life. You may be hesitant in approaching a new situation or have no desire to move forward with your goals.
To see a happily barking dog in your dream, symbolizes pleasures and much social activity. If the dog is barking ferociously, then it represents your habit of making demands on people and controlling situations around you. It could also mean unfriendly companions.
To dream that you are buying a dog, indicates your tendency to buy your friends or buy compliments/favors. Alternatively, it suggest a need for you to find companionship.
To dream that you are dressing up your dog, signifies your attempts to cover up your own character flaws and habits.
Also consider the notions associated with the word dog, such as loyalty (”man’s best friend”) and to be “treated like a dog”.”
Not only I have dreamed of a ferocious dog biting and grabbing the whole of my lower left leg, but I have finished Bruce Benderson’s The Romanian, and an American friend has actually been bit. Premonition, coincidence, or both?
We made love and dumplings, fried and boiled. I got lost into his cuteness. And we watched Kathy Griffin’s My life on D list. I slept a lot, most of which into his arms, and he in mine. I have also cleaned his keyboard, teased him about that and loved him nevertheless.
It was not love. It was COLD.
As the water was dripping down his body and swirling into the drain, he was waking up. Waking up shivering. Waking up and shivering. Not what he intended, the shivering.
And he was realizing yet another difference between communism and capitalism. In capitalism you pay by the meter for what you’re getting. In communism you pay by the meter for how much you’re getting. These were his thoughts at six a.m. while taking his cold shower coming down to him from the hot water pipe. He was still in communism, obviously, he thought. “And also this is what you get for being first”, he issued yet another Simonism before he got sucked into making ready for his imminent trip to his lover.
Boy, I must’ve fucked up pretty bad if you cannot resist temptation to shout at me over the phone. Could you see me looking into the receiver?! My look then is beyond words now.
The more I need my morning sleep and the more the weather allows it, the more likely it is I will have a rude awakening. One day it’s the pneumatic hammer, the next it’s the cement machine. Today it’s a call. The kind that renders me useless. The repetitive kind that betrays bedazzling. I call this “badger in the spotlight”. I am talking about her. I can have my coffee, my vitamin, my mild depression, my first breakthrough, friends who can advise and help me for free and lend me money, a mother who tells me “Sure! break the cat” - her way of agreeing to extreme solutions.
I was dreaming of a minor car crash.
Therefore I give you today’s soundtrack.
People don’t explain, mostly. That’s because they already know. Or because they don’t know how.
… and in connection with any of these the things it should be interpreted in a different key.
I don’t want to be missed. I want to be appreciated.
On this occasion I have noted the difference between a pictogram and a movie still (fotogram). Why does the pictogram have to be an image in a primitive writing? I would have used the word ancient.
Also, were you aware that apparently an ideograme does not necessarily include a particular pronunciation?
Oddly to me pronunciation does not spell pronounciation. And so on.
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