IT'S IN MY KISS
I had this dream last night, or this morning, or yesterday, oh fuck it's, like, Saturday already.
ANYWAY. I HAD THIS DREAM YESTERDAY that my friends and I were at war with a bunch of people. We were seriously battling them and some sort of military helicopters were zipping around the aerospacen and whatnot while we were trying to foil their nefarious schemes with poison gasses and water balloons. Then my partner -- my partner in both romance and battle -- suffered a serious headwound.
It was so serious, you guys. He had to undergo a bunny ear transplant and his new ears looked like fleshy balloon animals. We received a lot of strange looks whenever we had to walk down to the market.
Why is it that I only blog now when I have strange dreams? Or when i am drunk? Or BOTH? shit.
GOOD NIGHT, DEAR CHICKADEE DRUNK BIRD THINGS.
ANYWAY. I HAD THIS DREAM YESTERDAY that my friends and I were at war with a bunch of people. We were seriously battling them and some sort of military helicopters were zipping around the aerospacen and whatnot while we were trying to foil their nefarious schemes with poison gasses and water balloons. Then my partner -- my partner in both romance and battle -- suffered a serious headwound.
It was so serious, you guys. He had to undergo a bunny ear transplant and his new ears looked like fleshy balloon animals. We received a lot of strange looks whenever we had to walk down to the market.
Why is it that I only blog now when I have strange dreams? Or when i am drunk? Or BOTH? shit.
GOOD NIGHT, DEAR CHICKADEE DRUNK BIRD THINGS.