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So last night I had an absolutely terrible dream. Lisa and I were walking around the Drummer's Lounge (funny, because she's never stepped foot in that place and probably never will) and we came across a spot in the wall that was slightly discoloured in comparison to the rest of the wall. Looking closely, I realized that there were graffiti tags and handwriting scribbled all over it, and while I don't remember what they said, exactly, I was able to comprehend that it was a poorly-written eulogy.
At the precise moment of that particular realization, the wall collapsed, and the dust-laden corpse of a police officer came tumbling out of its makeshift grave.
It frightened me into consciousness.
Yeah. My name's Ashe. I write horror.
Um, my weekend was pretty shibby. Saturday was that family thing of Greg's which was fun, even though I talked more with his aunts and uncles than with his cousins that are my age. His cousins pissed me off, to be perfectly honest...they're the kind of spoiled rich kids who feel the need to completely disagree with everything you say. We were talking about tattoos and they asked what mine meant, so I explained and said that I'm getting a portrait of Jim Morrison's face as soon as I'm able, and of course they didn't know who he was. Greg was like "he's the frontsman of The Doors" and his cousin, automatically, was like "Oh, I hate The Doors" even though he'd never heard of them before in his life. Ass move when I was already trying really hard to make conversation, wouldn't you agree? There were several other incidents like that, but they didn't ruin my day. Greg's mom tried really hard to make me feel welcome around the family, and his aunts, uncles, and grandparents really are sweethearts. I had a nice time sitting with my lovie by the pool and getting splashed by people diving in, and the food was so good. Greg's mom made this amazing potato salad and this indescribable chocolate tiramisu-type cake with oranges and brittle.
Saturday night there was a party at Kristin's, but I chose not to stay long because certain people were saying things about Lisa that I didn't appreciate. Greg stayed, however, and came over my house at 3 AM because no one was home. He brought me McDonalds and said some really sweet things that made me happy. We had unbelievable sex until daybreak. I'll write about that later, lol.
His parents are gone for the week, so I've been living at his house, essentially. Waiting for him to get off work at the moment. I think I'll make us a nice lunch.
Does anyone know how to make mashed potatos from scratch? There are some potatoes in the fridge I want to make use of.
At the precise moment of that particular realization, the wall collapsed, and the dust-laden corpse of a police officer came tumbling out of its makeshift grave.
It frightened me into consciousness.
Yeah. My name's Ashe. I write horror.
Um, my weekend was pretty shibby. Saturday was that family thing of Greg's which was fun, even though I talked more with his aunts and uncles than with his cousins that are my age. His cousins pissed me off, to be perfectly honest...they're the kind of spoiled rich kids who feel the need to completely disagree with everything you say. We were talking about tattoos and they asked what mine meant, so I explained and said that I'm getting a portrait of Jim Morrison's face as soon as I'm able, and of course they didn't know who he was. Greg was like "he's the frontsman of The Doors" and his cousin, automatically, was like "Oh, I hate The Doors" even though he'd never heard of them before in his life. Ass move when I was already trying really hard to make conversation, wouldn't you agree? There were several other incidents like that, but they didn't ruin my day. Greg's mom tried really hard to make me feel welcome around the family, and his aunts, uncles, and grandparents really are sweethearts. I had a nice time sitting with my lovie by the pool and getting splashed by people diving in, and the food was so good. Greg's mom made this amazing potato salad and this indescribable chocolate tiramisu-type cake with oranges and brittle.
Saturday night there was a party at Kristin's, but I chose not to stay long because certain people were saying things about Lisa that I didn't appreciate. Greg stayed, however, and came over my house at 3 AM because no one was home. He brought me McDonalds and said some really sweet things that made me happy. We had unbelievable sex until daybreak. I'll write about that later, lol.
His parents are gone for the week, so I've been living at his house, essentially. Waiting for him to get off work at the moment. I think I'll make us a nice lunch.
Does anyone know how to make mashed potatos from scratch? There are some potatoes in the fridge I want to make use of.