elisabeth

Yeah yeah, two updates in one day.

Some homeless woman called me a "peppermint bitch" the other night. I've been called MANY things in my life, but that was indeed a first.

Before I tell you about my dream, can I just say how fucking cool it is that Richard Feynman has a postage stamp?



I promised Bee that I would let all of you know about my retarded zombie dream. No, not like, ZOMBIES!? Retarded!, more like, "This zombie woman I am trying to kill is drooling all over herself and I don't have to smash her brains out, I just have to give her a bump on the head".

To make a long dream short, I was surrounded by zombies somewhere on the East Coast, but they were disabled and not like regular zombies. They were slower, drooling on themselves, and all I had as a weapon was an awkward and bulky box.

It also got way too dark, way too quickly in the dream. From broad daylight to midnight in about an hour.

Even in my dreams, I am politically incorrect, no?