My brain is not big enough to have to think for every body else in the fucking building I'm just waiting for someone to ask me how to pee for shit's sake.

Being the owner sucks some times.

Last night I dreamed I was on a plane but it was under water and the water was purple and filled with wierd things. I was looking for mermaids, but they were hiding. I turned my head and fell into a deep wonderful kiss with my lover, whoes arms grew and wrapped around me several times- his sharp teeth sunk into my shoulder and I cried out in pleasure. The old lady in front of us said she hated the music that was playing and could we change it? She ruined the mood and I woke up. God I'm wierd.

So should I blow a shit load of money in June and take a trip I really can't afford?

Still waiting for Frankie on his pink cloud