An Old Me.

clinical depression, an interracial engagement, feminism, general weirdness, and staying fabulous, or at the very least, functional, in this world. part manifesto / commentary, part social coping project to generate inspiration and positivity!

Jan 11, 2008

way susperstitious.

mom had a dream that dad died last night. today she dreamed it again. the two have been arguing again. when i was taking a nap after class, i dreamt that dad gave mom a present with a number "2" on it. mom looked at it and told dad that he is in trouble. so when she called me about an hour and a half ago about her dreams, i was at first too unconscious to care. i got oriented and immediately called her back to tell her about my own dream. she told me to call dad and to tell him to be careful. i called his house and he's not there.

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