Dear Papayas,
lets see... lets see... what have i been up to? not much just pampering myself with aesthetic treats and drinking. we went to see Bad Boy Bill on Tuesday as a trip into my past life of drugs and dancing. good old high school and 1st year uni. my bro and i used to fight over his tape (yes tape, not cd) which resulted in numerous bruises and "mom! Stephen is being a dink" and "mom *insert my legal name here* is being a dyke" and so on. Bad Boy Bill wasn't quite as good as i remembered. too many icky sweat boys trying to touch and too many girls in tanks and track pants.
i have been skipping way too much school. funny really since i only go 2 days a week. i am having some serious doubts about my career and i am contemplating on landing back on my 1st degree. i just want money, and a house with a white picket fence and puppies, no kids, just puppies and a large yard so i don't have to crate train them. crate training is so hard. i hate it when Clover cries. but i hate it even more when she craps and pisses on the bedroom floor and i get poop foot when i am still hamster eyed and the sun is still hiding.
my dreams have been getting bizarro again. last night i woke up covered in sweat cause i passed out in the living room and woke up screaming cause i dreamed Christopher Walkin was the father of Fat Albert and both were trying to kill me. it started out as an army dream thriller. there was a murderer among us and the only one i could trust was Fat Albert who was my brother (yet good old Christopher was not my father) and was mentally differently-abled in my dream. in the end i was trapped in my bunker and Fat Albert turned to pounce with a syringe and Christopher was behind him being the antagonizer. when i woke up, i grabbed Clover and made a mad dash to the bedroom because for some reason i thought the goddess of nail polish was after me with my Christopher and Fat Albert in tow. it took tangent_one a long time to calm me down. another reason why i love her and must apologize for the unwise decision i made and working on fixing. and no I did not cheat. basically, i have got to change my addiction to Benadryl as a sleep aid. i think it is fucking with my dreams and not working on the allergies.
anyways, back to cleaning up my dirty little house,
xoxo Tiamat
lets see... lets see... what have i been up to? not much just pampering myself with aesthetic treats and drinking. we went to see Bad Boy Bill on Tuesday as a trip into my past life of drugs and dancing. good old high school and 1st year uni. my bro and i used to fight over his tape (yes tape, not cd) which resulted in numerous bruises and "mom! Stephen is being a dink" and "mom *insert my legal name here* is being a dyke" and so on. Bad Boy Bill wasn't quite as good as i remembered. too many icky sweat boys trying to touch and too many girls in tanks and track pants.
i have been skipping way too much school. funny really since i only go 2 days a week. i am having some serious doubts about my career and i am contemplating on landing back on my 1st degree. i just want money, and a house with a white picket fence and puppies, no kids, just puppies and a large yard so i don't have to crate train them. crate training is so hard. i hate it when Clover cries. but i hate it even more when she craps and pisses on the bedroom floor and i get poop foot when i am still hamster eyed and the sun is still hiding.
my dreams have been getting bizarro again. last night i woke up covered in sweat cause i passed out in the living room and woke up screaming cause i dreamed Christopher Walkin was the father of Fat Albert and both were trying to kill me. it started out as an army dream thriller. there was a murderer among us and the only one i could trust was Fat Albert who was my brother (yet good old Christopher was not my father) and was mentally differently-abled in my dream. in the end i was trapped in my bunker and Fat Albert turned to pounce with a syringe and Christopher was behind him being the antagonizer. when i woke up, i grabbed Clover and made a mad dash to the bedroom because for some reason i thought the goddess of nail polish was after me with my Christopher and Fat Albert in tow. it took tangent_one a long time to calm me down. another reason why i love her and must apologize for the unwise decision i made and working on fixing. and no I did not cheat. basically, i have got to change my addiction to Benadryl as a sleep aid. i think it is fucking with my dreams and not working on the allergies.
anyways, back to cleaning up my dirty little house,
xoxo Tiamat
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Moving to someplace is generally good, but we moved offices in the same building, about 100 yards and I still am not done, will probably get it accomplished on Saturday.