dear peepoles who mighty thoughts had me dead diary,
i survived.... i know. it surprises me too. i had a strange night to say the least. how do you describe being woken up over and over and over by the familiar screams of a voice that is so familiar- freaky familiar- and whose voice is it that keeps waking you? YOUR OWN. who do i bitch at? don't quiz me about my dream content and accuse me of lying. based on a systematical review of my own dreams, what i report to you is what i'm going to report. and for you to confront me and call me out on what i am saying is in fact NOT what i dreamed about is ridiculous in nature because we are talking about MY fucking dream for fucks sake- not a public scene. anyways. these young boys were deep in their own world thumpin and scratchin the whole time prince william and i got gas. their music was distorted, much like the brain of someone i know, but i was brave when i took this picture and stopped laughing long enough to steal it.
i survived.... i know. it surprises me too. i had a strange night to say the least. how do you describe being woken up over and over and over by the familiar screams of a voice that is so familiar- freaky familiar- and whose voice is it that keeps waking you? YOUR OWN. who do i bitch at? don't quiz me about my dream content and accuse me of lying. based on a systematical review of my own dreams, what i report to you is what i'm going to report. and for you to confront me and call me out on what i am saying is in fact NOT what i dreamed about is ridiculous in nature because we are talking about MY fucking dream for fucks sake- not a public scene. anyways. these young boys were deep in their own world thumpin and scratchin the whole time prince william and i got gas. their music was distorted, much like the brain of someone i know, but i was brave when i took this picture and stopped laughing long enough to steal it.
 |
| thumpin and scratchin hard |
