I dreamt that i fell madly in love with the french fry cook at steak n shake.
everytime i held him close i could smell the french fries on his clothes.
mmmmmm.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Monday, February 5, 2007
In my robe, resting at home and i'm expecting a visitor. He shows up and isn't quite what i expected. I knew he would be quite tall but i never expected the "Carrot-Top" head of hair. Behind him, is Darth VAder except darth looks more like the reaper.
Like a timid pre-teen, i hide in another room-afraid to be alone with either of the men. The longer i hide, the more annoyed they become. By the time my sisters convince me to come out of hiding the men are gone. In their wake they'd left graffiti on my foyer wall. The graffiti was actually beautiful and made me want Carrot-Top to come back. I begged him to return, which he did but i woke up before i could find out what would happen next.
Like a timid pre-teen, i hide in another room-afraid to be alone with either of the men. The longer i hide, the more annoyed they become. By the time my sisters convince me to come out of hiding the men are gone. In their wake they'd left graffiti on my foyer wall. The graffiti was actually beautiful and made me want Carrot-Top to come back. I begged him to return, which he did but i woke up before i could find out what would happen next.
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Dr Kill-Dare?

I was staying in a motel room with rickety doors facing the street. I was friends with Richard Chamberlain (yes, the actor). He came to visit me one evening and i locked every lock on the door, something like 10. Afterwards i turned to him and the first thing i thought was, i think i shouldn't have done that. All those horror movies i've seen where you lock yourself in WITH the bad guy.
Of course, RC decides that he would now like to kill me so i have to unchain all these locks which i somehow do and run myself ragged, screaming down the street. But no one pays attention or helps me.
And then i'm on a bed, in an attic in a home in London during the blitz. And Richard is there again.
But he never actually got me.
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