Another sort of sadistic day dream about Marky...

Yesterday, Marky was absent from school. My overactive imagination kicked off, producing all these kinds of assumptions and guesses as to why she wasn't in school, to the likely "she woke up late", or to the obscure "she was kidnapped by the al-Qaeda". Anyways, after a test I fell asleep, so my brain ( Read more... )

 I will talk about Marky. Doi.

If you're wondering about my subject title, I'm doing an art project which is slowly turning me into a Navi.

Yes I am working and failing with blue paint.

Moving on.

Today, I had a dream about her. No, not a wet dream, you Internet perverts. A sweet dream. I can't really recall the finer details, so I'll just tell you ( Read more... )