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So I had this dream last night in which I was hanging out in my apartment and suddenly remembered that I had been dating this girl and came to the realization that, some months later, I wasn't dating her anymore. I was trying to remember why this was when along comes a Hollywood style flashback to her birthday.
I had carefully picked out the complete Screeching Weasel collection, which contained every song ever by that band and was quite proud of my choice. Apparently that was a mistake, as her passive-aggressive this-is-the-worst-gift-ever response comes under the spotlight. Cue flash forward to shortly afterward, when I read the break-up e-mail from her (voiced-over, with a picture of her superimposed in the background) in which I am informed that CD collections are the worst gift choice of all time and a sure sign of failure in a relationship. She then went on to detail the gift she had picked out for our coming anniversary, an autographed photo of legendary manga artist Tezuka, which she had bought off of e-bay at great expense.
We then fade back into the present-day, in which I can't see how my relationship faux pas was all that bad, and complain to her acquaintance, who is suddenly over at my place for some reason, about what a drama queen ex-girlfriend was being.
Ok, subconscious!
I had carefully picked out the complete Screeching Weasel collection, which contained every song ever by that band and was quite proud of my choice. Apparently that was a mistake, as her passive-aggressive this-is-the-worst-gift-ever response comes under the spotlight. Cue flash forward to shortly afterward, when I read the break-up e-mail from her (voiced-over, with a picture of her superimposed in the background) in which I am informed that CD collections are the worst gift choice of all time and a sure sign of failure in a relationship. She then went on to detail the gift she had picked out for our coming anniversary, an autographed photo of legendary manga artist Tezuka, which she had bought off of e-bay at great expense.
We then fade back into the present-day, in which I can't see how my relationship faux pas was all that bad, and complain to her acquaintance, who is suddenly over at my place for some reason, about what a drama queen ex-girlfriend was being.
Ok, subconscious!
