kaliph-4-ya
mebee its the weather, mebee its the heat,
mebee its the rich housewives that take their children
to get spray tanned.
all these little orange babies running around.
mebee its the night, mebee its your life
mebee its the things you never said,
and now they're lost.
so i had this really weird dream last night, in the dream i was backstage at a theater that was putting on a play, and for some reason i was dressing up like a 50's poodle skirt girl. WTF!!! srsly i guess the show was "grease" or sumthing like that. any way, i couldnt get the horrible wig on and i was in a panic cause i was about to go on stage and never learned the lines, i had one paragraph for a scene and i couldnt remember it. i read it on the script and tried to remember and repeat it back. someone read it to me and i tried to repeat it back but it was no use, its seemed like a monologue, but i guarantee you it had nothing to do with the fact that i was in a frikkin poodle skirt, what ever was on that paper, seemed important for me to remember, something my subconscious was trying to tell me, but alas i didnt write it down or remember, but it haunts me. Something about the script that i was supposed to recite, i cant shake the feeling that it was very important.