Dejavu?

Much has happened and as usual most of it will end up in my mind a fragmented abstract. I know of reality...... its this thing that one has to have some awareness of in order for there to be effective determination of incidents because otherwise reality is a loan shark insisting he's neither a blood bank or a tooth fairy and the next installment of many is still outstanding.
After insisting in this metaphor that he limbers up, stretch and takes a few paces back before kicking me in the testicles as hard as possible, I think I exhausted him. All I know is that when I regained consciousness he left. 3 weeks prior....
"Look I will have to talk to you later" For fuck sake I only have 15 min!! Shut the fuck up and hang up.
"......and I live by myself and its a quiet neighborhood" I'm lucky I made it to the airport at all, a friend gave me a lift to the station.
"Sorry about this Courtney" I mouthed. The bitch took about 5 minutes of it. So it was a very random and brief chat and I was just trying to keep it together, trying to not seem so distracted will the stresses of the day, worrying about exams, having money and a place to live while commuting 4 hours everyday on public transport after saying a Mr Bean farewell to my Toyota Camry. I could live easier and happier with a prosthetic leg than without that car.
"So how come you were strip searched?" I explained that despite the passage of 4 years, how stressful and emotionally fucked car problems are when trying to get to an airport by a deadline when trying to meet a member of the Worsley family. Aside from her practically being your lesbian twin. The only other difference was the country and the legality of the amphetamine I was on. Please forgive, its about synthesis in writing..... its also funny and true. I suggested she read the blog and then I tried to explain how its come to be that its also this thing I write to you. I don't know it just is because its The Misadventures of Ash and I began writing it after meeting you.
After moving in with the very chatty lady despite not killing her dog she decided my remaining there wasn't going to work out. I really did make an effort but what was I thinking? Its just not acceptable that my text woke her up at 10pm of an evening to let her know I was stranded in the city at an internet cafe finishing an assignment. That I couldn't get back until 3am. "You were stumbling around my kitchen, like a bumblebee on a hot day. Are you on drugs? Its my house I have a right to know!!"
ARRRGGHHH!! FUCKING HELL!! I'm gonna need a professional to come and collect me "I've always depended on the kindness of strangers" Rubber walls for me. I couldn't fucking believe it she's quoting the departing words I had with the last landlady.
I didn't think I could write this post, y'know its all very la la la medication time!!I'm not on drugs(aside from the dexamphetamine)!! I don't sleep walk!! I didn't kill anyone's dog!! Instead of calling a retreat that bulk bills, I called another advert. A woman called Patsy picked me up within the hour reeking of pot. "Don't you worry, she's crazy" Wasn't reassured in the slightest. I clean up after myself like a neurotic raccoon still, never have I met anyone like her she's completely awesome. After 6 months its likely to be a while before I uncoil , but after completing the first semester ; finally I wind up in a house with a pool with a women who grows her own "One for the driver!!" Where have you been all my life?I then found a dirt cheap mechanic and transmission and I got my fucking car back!! Everything right now is more or less.......nahhh screw saying that, it'll jinx it.

Ash