I had a dream last night that you were a check-out clerk in a grocery store and I was desperately, desperately trying to drag a gargantuan papaya out the door in hopes of either successfully shoplifting it or you silently allowing me to have it as a gift. It was so fleshy and soft, and I kept on losing it, only to run back into the produce section and scrabble to find another one in a panic. Almost every one of my dreams revolves around the pursuit of ultimately unattainable food. I've dreamt about the end of the fucking world, but got distracted mid-dream by a pineapple buffet furnished by Republicans. It's really pretty tedious, as every dream is comprised of the following elements: ripe fruit (normally sour, like aforementioned pineapple or mango or limes), giant trashbags filled with doughnuts and/or bagels, whimsically designed cakes, and some semi-omniscient authority figure that I must employ my wits against in order to procure said food items, almost always displayed in a buffet format. Any insight into my rather tedious food fixation is more than welcome.
In other news: I think if I ever think about getting a job, I'll train to be a piercer. I can look like a total freak, can hang out and read between customers, and I'm really infatuated with/slightly turned on by the whole piercing process. Maybe I can date a cute piercer girl, oooooh.
Other other news: My manpartner gave me the go ahead to seduce his hot lady friend. But now that I'm allowed to do her, she won't answer my phone calls. :( :( :( If I don't touch someone else's vagina STAT, I'm gonna lose it. It's so bad, before I was getting turned on by a self-cervical exam book. This is a book filled with life drawings of naked grandmothers and disembodied cervixes.
I'm sorry I didn't get to respond to thsi sooner. This made my fucking night, and tonight I go to the amazon. BTW, want anything? If not I'll get you a buffet of what would otherwise be unnattainaible food.
The food either represents your preferred occupation and mode of living, which you view to be kept from you by an injust system chock full of evil beaurocrats bent ultimately on your unhappiness. Money is often symbolized by food.
That or you actually are a pure lesbian and I've been wrong all this time, and you are feeling constantly stuck with men. Vaginas are often metaphorically referred to as fruits (and whaddya know, not sweet fruits), donuts are an obvious analogy, and cakes are a classic symbol of repressed femininity.
You need sex or a job. Just like the rest of the human fucking race.
I had a dream last night that you were a check-out clerk in a grocery store and I was desperately, desperately trying to drag a gargantuan papaya out the door in hopes of either successfully shoplifting it or you silently allowing me to have it as a gift. It was so fleshy and soft, and I kept on losing it, only to run back into the produce section and scrabble to find another one in a panic. Almost every one of my dreams revolves around the pursuit of ultimately unattainable food. I've dreamt about the end of the fucking world, but got distracted mid-dream by a pineapple buffet furnished by Republicans. It's really pretty tedious, as every dream is comprised of the following elements: ripe fruit (normally sour, like aforementioned pineapple or mango or limes), giant trashbags filled with doughnuts and/or bagels, whimsically designed cakes, and some semi-omniscient authority figure that I must employ my wits against in order to procure said food items, almost always displayed in a buffet format. Any insight into my rather tedious food fixation is more than welcome.
In other news: I think if I ever think about getting a job, I'll train to be a piercer. I can look like a total freak, can hang out and read between customers, and I'm really infatuated with/slightly turned on by the whole piercing process. Maybe I can date a cute piercer girl, oooooh.
Other other news: My manpartner gave me the go ahead to seduce his hot lady friend. But now that I'm allowed to do her, she won't answer my phone calls. :( :( :( If I don't touch someone else's vagina STAT, I'm gonna lose it. It's so bad, before I was getting turned on by a self-cervical exam book. This is a book filled with life drawings of naked grandmothers and disembodied cervixes.
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The food either represents your preferred occupation and mode of living, which you view to be kept from you by an injust system chock full of evil beaurocrats bent ultimately on your unhappiness. Money is often symbolized by food.
That or you actually are a pure lesbian and I've been wrong all this time, and you are feeling constantly stuck with men. Vaginas are often metaphorically referred to as fruits (and whaddya know, not sweet fruits), donuts are an obvious analogy, and cakes are a classic symbol of repressed femininity.
You need sex or a job. Just like the rest of the human fucking race.
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