dream from 9 11 07

* i finish doing one of my clients and i'm checking her out. ( i'm in my parents house.) she says she's going to pay half on the credit card and the other in cash. i put $50 on the card. she looks down. i ask her what's wrong. she say's that she doesn't like her hair and that she is only going to pay me $50. i'm furious but go talk to nicole in gail's studio. i explain what happened to nicole and before she can even answer i say i'm going to firer her! nicole sort of shrugs and nods. i storm out of the 'office' and tell elizabeth that i'm never doing her hair again and that she HAS to pay me full price for what i did to day. she walks out of the house and i go screaming after her that she better pay up. her hair doesn't look like it normal does, but it's what she wanted. fucking bitch.
* there's a bunch of cool restaurants at the intersection of cerrillos and guadalupe. lots of open patios and such. god i wish that dream was real.



* it's kinda late at night, a bunch of dorky old guys come over to hang out with jett. i'm displeased. we are leaving for lonely mountain in the morning, and i'm trying to get everything ready. more and more people show up, i don't like any of them. a ton of stupid college kids show up. it's really loud. i'm worried someone is going to call the cops. instead our landlord shows up and yells at jett. jett turns into a little kid with his 'yes sirs'. everyone is thrown out, which i take immense pleasure in. we go for a drive. jett is driving but he has more of john's personality traits then his own. we drive by a church. mass has just let out. "jett" yells to angela shoemaker ( this really annoying 'punk rock' chirstain that comes into the salon. dude she's like a total dyke. i just don't get it) i think he asks her if she wants a ride. the people in front of us have a Jesus mobil. it's kinda like a station wagon. it has a jesus with his arms out on the top.



all the christians look like they all came start out of the 50's. there are about 4-5 teenage boys in the back looking out the window, kinda taunting us. the back of their car in made of blocks that sift and change all at once. ( kinda like that thing in barbarella that moves when she changes clothing) my legs feel all crushed and fuzzy, like we've been driving for hours. are we are a drive in?



* i have sialia's hair. i'm at work trying to put it up. i think to my self ' this hair really doesn't fit my personality'