don't be a little bitch with your chit chat...
So, I had kind of had a weird dream last night:
I was running away from zombies and I went to go hide in a tool shed and Pete was there with zombie!Patrick and he was like, "You have to help me hide him, they're trying to kill my Lunchbox!" And zombie!Patrick was just like, "I'm So sorry, guys" while me and Pete were trying to disguise him as a normal person. And he was the nicest, friendliest, most apologetic zombie you've ever seen in your life.
There wasn't even any sex involved, which, frankly, is a little strange for me when those two show up.
Nothing else really happened in the past couple days; wrote a little bit, got into with some people on facebook about my proclivities -which ended up with me laughing hysterically at said people's assumptions about said proclivities. Ah, that was a good time.