oops! that guy was just effing with me. my birthday isn't til mid august. don't worry you haven't missed it!
yay!!! i love to make pretty girls smile
Venla is a longtime favorite of mine. i love this place. so many different kinds of beauty
eeep hope the doctor's appointment went okay!
i am like that too...i only remember the most horrible violent terrible dreams. well i guess sometimes i also get a break and i remember the hot sex dreams that get me off in my sleep. but that's only when i'm frustrated to pieces.
i wrote a poem about the most fucked up dream i've had in recent memory. there are a few more poems from dreams kicking around my journals too. i try to write the worst ones as a way of getting them out because otherwise they haunt me in vivid detail for weeks.
it is such a horrible way to start a day.
on second thought i'm not sure i should share it. i don't want to make your day worse. it's about my abusive ex bf who used the cloak of bdsm to hide abuse. i didn't even have a safeword. hell is too good for him.
i'll just leave you with my cuddly dream girl...if you really want to hear the poem i can send it but it's in poetry kicks ass group so you probably read it already.
I totally understand the whole dream ruining your day thing. And i must say it does suck. Usually i end up trying to go back to sleep to force myself to try and change it. I watched a crazy movie about dreams and what not Waking Life it was wierd to say the least. If dreams get your juices flowing that movie will tickle your mind. OK now as for fucked up dreams had a few only a couple recurring however so i will use one fo those. In the one that scares the shit out of me i am sleighrideing, yea really scary right? and anywya i am going down this huge hill and i go out onto a resavior and go over the dam. Now i sleigh down the dam but hit a bumpin the ice and fall helplessly to my death and wake up on impact. Only thing that ever changes are the color of my gloves and the color of the sled. God i hate that dream.
On a better note at least you dont have to go to work until 6 pm i leave everyday for work at 6am....ugh i wish i was back on a shift that suits my late night habbits like a 3-11 pm or something. we can hope and dream...right?
ok my dream wouldnt lighten a mood so ill try with this
the death of the day
brings the brith of the night
sometimes dreams can fill us with fright
but nevertheless we are reborn with a new days light
Kingston, kingston is on the odd side. Im not sure what vibe I get from that town yet- though in all fairness I havent explored it enough to completely pass judgement. Rhinebeck, havent been to though. I like it around here. Ive established myself a semi waldenpondish mood, wherein Im just isolated enough from the things I ought to be isolated from. Like consistant internet access. Hah! In anycase, if you can recommend anything wonderful to do or see inthe area I'd love it...
The most fucked up dream I've had in recent memory...I cant say it was all that gruesome...but when I broke up with my last girlfriend I started having stupid sappy love dreams that contradicted everything that was happening when I was awake. That created a pretty intense mindfuck. Otherwise I havent had terrible dream in quite a while-
and now im knocking on wood.
yay!!! i love to make pretty girls smile
Venla is a longtime favorite of mine. i love this place. so many different kinds of beauty
eeep hope the doctor's appointment went okay!
i am like that too...i only remember the most horrible violent terrible dreams. well i guess sometimes i also get a break and i remember the hot sex dreams that get me off in my sleep. but that's only when i'm frustrated to pieces.
i wrote a poem about the most fucked up dream i've had in recent memory. there are a few more poems from dreams kicking around my journals too. i try to write the worst ones as a way of getting them out because otherwise they haunt me in vivid detail for weeks.
it is such a horrible way to start a day.
on second thought i'm not sure i should share it. i don't want to make your day worse. it's about my abusive ex bf who used the cloak of bdsm to hide abuse. i didn't even have a safeword. hell is too good for him.
i'll just leave you with my cuddly dream girl...if you really want to hear the poem i can send it but it's in poetry kicks ass group so you probably read it already.
Venla : Ice Queen