well it doesn't look like Morgans going to update my journal anytime soon... some secretary she is...
so uhm... interesting dreams lately. last night I had given up on staying with my parents and went to live on the streets. I was sleeping on a soiled futon mattress behind an abandoned building in a construction yard in LA. Somehow I discovered and yet wasn't surprised my ex from washington was living in a very nice house across the street and spent time making use of her kitchen, shower, laptop while she was away at work.
Apparently her house was in LA, but the street inbetween my bed and her place was the US/Mexican border and I was all too amused to figure this out so I could blog that I was living in Mexico now.
Eventually I took up work as a gogo dancer in a gothic nightclub and grew black wings. Somehow despite being fabulously hot, capable of flight (which made me a fucking awesome dancer) and generally not wearing a shirt no one really gave me any attention. In fact I'd often try to get to know an attractive lady at the bar only to be instantly forgotten as soon as someone else to spoke to them. Mysteriously, I never got discouraged, I just assumed everyone in LA was retarded.
I looked something along the lines of this, which I would have loved to layer over nightclub EXCEPT THIS PC DOESN"T HAVE FUCKING PHOTOSHOP.
This went on for a while, just me dancing, drinking and having a good time in this awesome nigthclub but never making friends.
One night, after hours hanging at the bar someone pulled out this... thing I thought was some sort of home-made... machine gun from the wild west. all brass and glass and ball bearings. turns out it was a cylindrical safe from 1859.
Inside was the very first bottle of jack daniels. I tried smelling it first, it smelled like brandy for a second than it had no odour. So we were going to all try it, I went first:
Turns out someone had been drinking out if it and topping it off with water. Who knows how many people or for how many years but it was like half misu.
The dream ended by my hi-school reunion being held in the club to my surprise and I ended up going out after closing with my old friends, despite them not being hot or goth.
The End
PS. The night before that I dreamed I was in the tri-wizards tournament against Harry Potter and despite Voldemort's best efforts to kill me so Harry would get the cup I continually outsmarted him. Eventually he sent Shirley Manson to give me a hand job and it totally fucking worked. Completely forgot all about finishing that hedge maze. Also I was dating a princess from france and Hermoine had a crush on me.
Man I'm a slut.
Someone loan me $150 so Morgan can shoot my next suicideboys set
so uhm... interesting dreams lately. last night I had given up on staying with my parents and went to live on the streets. I was sleeping on a soiled futon mattress behind an abandoned building in a construction yard in LA. Somehow I discovered and yet wasn't surprised my ex from washington was living in a very nice house across the street and spent time making use of her kitchen, shower, laptop while she was away at work.
Apparently her house was in LA, but the street inbetween my bed and her place was the US/Mexican border and I was all too amused to figure this out so I could blog that I was living in Mexico now.
Eventually I took up work as a gogo dancer in a gothic nightclub and grew black wings. Somehow despite being fabulously hot, capable of flight (which made me a fucking awesome dancer) and generally not wearing a shirt no one really gave me any attention. In fact I'd often try to get to know an attractive lady at the bar only to be instantly forgotten as soon as someone else to spoke to them. Mysteriously, I never got discouraged, I just assumed everyone in LA was retarded.
I looked something along the lines of this, which I would have loved to layer over nightclub EXCEPT THIS PC DOESN"T HAVE FUCKING PHOTOSHOP.
This went on for a while, just me dancing, drinking and having a good time in this awesome nigthclub but never making friends.
One night, after hours hanging at the bar someone pulled out this... thing I thought was some sort of home-made... machine gun from the wild west. all brass and glass and ball bearings. turns out it was a cylindrical safe from 1859.
Inside was the very first bottle of jack daniels. I tried smelling it first, it smelled like brandy for a second than it had no odour. So we were going to all try it, I went first:
Turns out someone had been drinking out if it and topping it off with water. Who knows how many people or for how many years but it was like half misu.
The dream ended by my hi-school reunion being held in the club to my surprise and I ended up going out after closing with my old friends, despite them not being hot or goth.
The End
PS. The night before that I dreamed I was in the tri-wizards tournament against Harry Potter and despite Voldemort's best efforts to kill me so Harry would get the cup I continually outsmarted him. Eventually he sent Shirley Manson to give me a hand job and it totally fucking worked. Completely forgot all about finishing that hedge maze. Also I was dating a princess from france and Hermoine had a crush on me.
Man I'm a slut.
Someone loan me $150 so Morgan can shoot my next suicideboys set
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hey i love the scarf...wish someone would knit me one!
As long as there's nudity and such still. With you that is.