i'm sitting naked at the computer of london. this stupid computer that she carries around with her....everywhere! i love her. we went out last night so that we could sit in the corner of the bar and look mysterious. haha! then we danced in the center of the dancefloor and watched the crowd clear. i guess the place was closing, but they let us dance till we fell over.
and now she is listening to boy george. she is crazy. someone give her some meds. and now she is trying to sing.....help me.
red gold and green. bleh.
i'm in portland for one more day...so if you want to call london and hang out, you better do it!
now what? i just woke up 2:03pm...my face is ragged, skid marks on banton avenue. when will you let me hold you...
and now she is listening to boy george. she is crazy. someone give her some meds. and now she is trying to sing.....help me.
red gold and green. bleh.
i'm in portland for one more day...so if you want to call london and hang out, you better do it!
now what? i just woke up 2:03pm...my face is ragged, skid marks on banton avenue. when will you let me hold you...
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I dreamn't that you were a WWF wrestler. You had the body of Trish Stratus, but the face was definitely yours! It was just like watching it on tv, with different camera angles and shots. At one point, there was a close-up of you yelling into the microphone threatening to kick your opponent's ass. The last thing I remember is you throwing King Kong Bundy into a coner post of the ring, and you running and slamming yourself right into him! Don't even ask me why my subconscious works this way, all I know is that it was really freakin' hilarious! When I woke up this morning, I was laughing.