boxterjulep

Irksome, troublesome, maybe someday...

Tomorrow may kill me, but if I live through it, I think I will feel better. No anal plunging nightmares for me tonight. Perhaps I'll be murdered in a dream again.

Has that ever happened to you? I hate that. It's very unpleasant. If someone points a gun at your face, do something, anything to avoid being shot. It's a dream so make it happen. Dodge that bullet or make time stop. Whatever the case, do not die in your sleep! It'll take a good hour or four to recover and that's IF you ever wake up.

[HOME ALONE AFTERSHAVE SHOT]

meanwhile...

I'm sitting here on my lawn chair next to the pool under the sun (shh, don't tell him it's night) sipping my chilled gin and tonic, discussing the decline of Michael Jackson's face with my golden retriever friend, Pepi. Pepi is funny. He wears a red scarf all the time and talks about AIR BUD like it was the movie to end all others.
"That there dog is the James Dean of the dog world."
"Sure."
He has this silly Jay Leno voice that is so distractingly funny I never know what the fuck he's saying. If that wasn't distracting enough, he's always cleaning his M-16 as if he didn't just clean it an hour ago. Crazy mutt. Ooh, don't ever call him that though, he'll lose it completely.

mo later...

listening: What's Yr Take on Cassavetes? - le tigre

update: i must pull myself away for at least a few hours. sick, sick boy! someone has a play I must go see. Yippee.