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Yeah actually! The tweet doesn't open properly here as there is a slideshow of a few photos...here you go.

I've never cared about Amanda until i thought about all the songs written about her in an order.A song like She,it's such a glorious song .And then there is a song called Stuart and the ave.Overall, having songs written about you after many years.It's so weird. I don't know where i'm going with this post but i really wonder what kind of person she is . It sounds so creepy but she is one of the people i wish i'd meet.

She, I have got the Synopsis and soon, I am gonna start work on chapter 1. But here it is, everyone leave thoughts. Jimmy is suicidal, punk, alcoholic, drug addicted, Satyriasis, party animal and he is only 18 years old. Raised during under George W. Bush's economically and politically unstable America of 2004. The only refuge he has is his beer, cocaine and sex. He creates two personalities to cope with his life, St. Jimmy, who is anything but a Saint and The Jesus of Suburbia, the infamous party name he received. After his violent father's death, his Mother took to the bottle as her cure for depression. Jimmy hates everything and doesn't want to live in an America where his own president doesn't care. This is his story. For he is the Son of Rage and Love.

LOL sounds like a pretty good dream.

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I didn't complain. I told them that the coffee was great and I would be ordering again. Then I told them that the bag ripped in transit so they might want to include packing material or a smaller box. You could fit two bags in the box they used with no packing material so it was tossed around in transit. They emailed me back, thanked me for the kind words on the taste of the coffee and said they would ship me a new one.

I just listened to 21CB in full for the first time in ages...fucking hell it's utterly glorious. I knew that already but it just properly reminded me. Work of genius.

This is a long one, but it's really wierd and interesting so please bear with me! It was night and I was with Billie Joe (who looked exactly like he does in the Boulevard of Broken Dreams video), Mike, and Tré (both dressed in their typical concert getup) in a van and they were driving to a concert they had scheduled to play a little later, but we had to stop at Billie's place first because he had to check on something. We got to his house and went in and Billie went into the kitchen to make sure the succulents he was cultivating on the window sill over the sink were okay. Adrienne was there and I introduced myself and she was really nice and started showing me around. Apparently they were both avid plant lovers because out the window Billie was at in the kitchen there was what looked like a vegetable and flower garden. There were also a bunch of cool exotic house plants all around and one of them looked like a small eucalyptus tree. I think there was some bamboo also. After that, we had to get going to make it to the concert on time so we said goodbye to Adrienne and left. Mike and Tré took the van, but Billie wanted to go a different way so he took another car and I rode with him. It was fun and I was asking him all sorts of questions like what songs they were going to play at the show and which ones were his favorites and we were also listening to Green Day music on one of our iPods hooked up to the car stereo. Now here's where the dream gets really fucked up, like I don't even know what the hell my brain was thinking at this point. We came to this toll booth type thing and suddenly we were on foot and the only ones around except for the guy standing and guarding the way through. It looked suspicious so Billie and I stuck really close together as we approached it. The guy stopped us and explained that only one of us could go through as we were, so I had to be turned into bacteria by some sort of beam thing and Billie had to swallow me so we could both go through. We were both kind of stunned into silence and it got so quiet and I was so close to Billie that I could hear his heart start pounding out of shock and apprehension. Then we both slowly turned and looked at each other and he looked as worried and uncomfortable about this as I did. But we both agreed because we had no other choice so we did it and Billie swallowed me and walked through to the other side. Apparently I wasn't harmed by his stomach acid or anything because he managed to get himself to throw me back up and I was myself again and just fine right after I was out. We obviously both felt pretty awkward, but continued on our way and somehow managed to make it in time to the arena Green Day was supposed to play. We walked into the backstage green room area and Mike and Tré were already there. When they saw us, they asked "What took you two so long?! And why does she (referring to me) look so disturbed?" Billie had a weird, uncomfortable look on his face and walked over to explain what had happened. I stayed by the door because I was still pretty rattled and didn't want to talk, but I noticed as Billie was telling the story that Mike and Tré occasionally glanced over at me with understanding looks of apology and sympathy. I knew, and so did Billie, that what happened certainly wasn't anyone's fault and everything was okay now anyway, but it still felt strange and a little unnerving being around him after that. Then the dream just ended...

Last night I dreamt Tré was my math teacher. He introduced himself as 'Trés Snoo" and then wrote that in big capital letters on the whiteboard. He taught us about grapefruit an made up an acrostic poem to remember how to spell grapefruit. I had to write it on the board. Then our classroom started flooding and the dream ended