Major suckage, my friends.
I swear, I'm allergic to breathing.
So I had a dream about having sex in a garbage dumpster. I really don't want to analyze what that says about me that I assoicate sex with garbage....
And no, I wasn't having sex with anyone interesting. Typical.
I woke up with the Dandy Warhols in my head. It was both scary and exhilarating. I think, no I know, I am a 15 year old boy in a 32 year old woman's body. *snort*
I woke up and re-arranged my dvd's. Like, I got up, got coffee, walked straight to my cabinet and re-arranged it. Weird, huh? It must have been bothering me as I slept....
Viva la french toast.
That is all.