a dream
I didn't want to wake up yesterday morning. My dream had all the best things in life, sex, painting, food and jail. I was in prison for stealing something,but i don't remember what. I had my own kitchen, and it's like eating these meals (special K was one of them) kept interrupting the other important things I wanted to do (like painting and having sex). I had all these visitors, all of which were men, handsome men, that acted differently but each one of their faces looked like Blair's face. I had sex with all of them also. I painted with one of them, I remember one painting had a bunch of red, yellows, oranges, creams, and there was a face in it and the Blair-face that painted with me drew with marker over top of what I had already painted. I liked some of what he did, and I didn't like other things he did, but I told him so. I think my honesty about this prompted him to leave, with me not being able to do much about it because I was...in jail. He did however, promise to bring me back some more canvasses.