Even my subconscious is an asshole

Well..I'm back after my summer hiatus.

So, to ease you back into my blog, I give you just this simple little ditty.

Enjoy.

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Dream I had last night:

I walked into a Macy's looking for jewelry. 

Please note that I would never buy jewelry from Macy's in real life. I blame this part of the dream on a bad grape I may have ingested.

That said, as I walked around the counter, a salesman looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, sir. But we only sell expensive jewelry here."

I looked at him and said, "Hey. FUCK YOU, dude."

He began to promptly walk away from me when I said, "You know what? Take me to your manager."

He continued to walk away from me.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Jaclyn," he said.

I stopped.

"Jaclyn? Seriously?"

"Yes," he said, as he continued to walk away from me, quickening his pace.

"Did your parents hate you? I assume that's why you're named Jaclyn. Because I can see how they couldn't stand you after seeing you for only a minute."

And then Jaclyn disappeared, and I remained satisfied in the resolution.

Fin.