My subconscious is telling me something I already know.

So I just woke up from a dream that had a lovely message: Scantily clad women dancing about in a back alley, getting much attention, and a hailed dance performance by prosititots (ever been past -- you'd better not go IN -- a store in your local mall called Libby Lu? Go out of your way to peek in there once and you'll see what I mean by prostitots. For the locals, there's one in Roosevelt Field Mall in Garden City). I, meanwhile, kicked a bucket (not THE bucket), ran upstairs and locked myself in the spare room because I was being ignored.

The message: Girls who dress like sluts and act like attention whores get farther than good girls who do what they're supposed to.

It's things like that that would make me lose more faith in humanity, if I had any left. I hate life.