October 14th, 2002
|06:44 pm - take off your thinking caps and lower your standards|
we spend our lives on the imaginary verge of an enormous change. --Bobby Burgess
i have a bruise on my chest, directly over my heart. i have no idea how this happened.
i had a fun dream last night. apparently there's some town in jersey where, if you're out in the rain there, when you dry off you'll be much sexier. so i was driving out there, and i stop off at mad's house to visit. she had to go shopping so i was just hanging around. her basement was the bottom floor of the whitt, so i wandered down there and talked to some people. aly was there, and someone else i forget. i came back upstairs and these annoying kids who always bother me at cumbys came and started trashing the house. apparently in revenge for me giving one of them brain damage by throwing a coke can at her head (which i had memories of doing in the dream. sadly, this never actually happened). finally i got rid of them. then i drank bourbon. the end.
state: RIBS stab HEART
np: Smash Mouth - Do It Again ( Steely Dan Cover )
then i drank bourbon. the end.
dammit. I wondered where all the bourbon went.
It took me so long to come back from shopping because it started to rain. Of course absolutely all of us in the parking lot got much sexier, so we had to do something about it (heh) and between all that puddle thrashing and then the traffic getting out of there . . you understand.
Next time please take the cumby kids with you when you leave. I had a hell of a time chasing them out of the house but I used the old "No shirt, no shoes" rule so they had to leave.
|Date:||October 15th, 2002 12:58 am (UTC)|| |
I din't think it was possible for you to get sexier. ;-)
Neither did I, but I guess in a dream anything's possible ;)
|Date:||October 14th, 2002 06:27 pm (UTC)|| |
every good dream should end with the-drinking-of-bourbon-by-you.
that's what real life is for!
|Date:||October 15th, 2002 12:57 am (UTC)|| |
All injuries near the heart are obviously inflicted by women.
|Date:||October 15th, 2002 03:35 pm (UTC)|| |
Crap, I woulda said it was someone getting a match-ending touché but your answer is better.
i woulda thought the same, but it's too big for that. it's like fist sized. i don't think i've been punched in the chest lately