So I had a really weird dream the other morning. Basically, Bil was leaving me for some other woman, which you know, is weird. And so I chased him to a parking lot. A parking lot attached to a very large, evil multinational fast food giant. So there were the fucking golden arches mocking me as I tried to smack some sense into my stupid bastard of a cheating husband. And then I went back home and grabbed my cats (who had multiplied from 2 to 10), collected all of them, got onto a bus furnished like a crazy granny's attic, and went to work.... where I got a call from a doctor who said I had cancer and was going to die. So, I left work, called a friend and went to Konak at 10 in the am and got drunk. So basically, a crappy dream made crappier by the fact that I got dumped essentially in the parking lot at that damned fast food joint (who I won't name here because they've gotten enough free advertising in my skull while I'm trying to enjoy a sick and twisted dream). What the hell does that all mean? So, I'm boycotting that evil fastfood giant.
Also, a note to those who would mock my sick and twisted love of a certain AlabaMAN silver-haired singer: at least I'm not subjecting you to my nostalgic appreciation of say, Rick Astley, or worse, Chris DeBurgh. Be good, Hollywood.
This boy's pretty cute.....
That is all.
1 comment:
Well, yeah. He doesn't look like your 54-year old uncle in this picture.
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