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whenever I make a post and ask it to “sync with livejournal” and I ask it to post to ‘Friends’, it always posts to “custom” .. Private works fine. hmm… So I have to go back and edit the post on LJ and change the security level there. I gonna hafta look at the code and see what it’s doing wrong. I swear I always end up finding bugs and either reporting it or fixing it to these php publishing code people.

I had another one of those dreams last night. (or was it night before last) But i’m not sure I’ll be able to remember it tho. Don’t think I woke all the way up after having it…

My dreams have always been so odd. I’ve had a few when I was a kid that I still remember to this day. Maybe I should write those down. One of my earliest dreams I still remember was with the Flintstones. I was about 6 or 7 years old. I was watching fred, wilma, barney, betty get into fred’s car and started paddling their feet to move the car. When I told my brother about it the next day and described everything including the colors, he said to me “that’s not true. nobody can dream in color!” I insisted that I did dream it in color, and he kept insisting that I must be lying. So I played the whole dream back in my head in black and white to see if that’s the way I really dreamt it, but I knew it wasn’t! LOL!! where the hell did he get that shit from anyway? I always believed everything he told me. He was all knowing and oh so wise. I guess that’s the way most little sisters or little brothers feel about their older siblings, right? He told me once that he played piano at carnegie hall and I went around telling all the kids at my school about it. I was sooo proud!! Another time he told me that he invented that song “diarreah, diarreah.. when you’re walking up the latter and you feel something splatter, diarreah.. diareah.” there are plenty of versions of that. He taught me all the ones he knew and I was sooooo proud that he had invented them!

kids..

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