Oct 05, 2006 14:25
I had this fuckin' awful dream where this 23 year-old with a mohawk was anally raping this guy I briefly dated awhile back (who was also his cousin) on a regular basis and then beating him like a white-trash housewife afterwards.
In the dream it really upset me, but if it was real I don't think it would have as much. So anyway, Chris Holt and I found a big bag of weed in a rickety bureau on the top floor of Urban Outfitters and we were outside smoking it when I found out that this certain victim had been murdered by Carly in a freak banana-peel accident. Carly attempted to make it up to the family and I with two antique matchbooks filled with paperclips and those gummy hands that you got in the machines at the front of the supermarket when you were a kid. It just made me even more mad.
Then we poured some of the hash into a bowl of Cream of Wheat and had Ziggy Marley stir it around with an oversized wooden spoon. Then Chris, Carly, and I, alongside the previous rapist and all the loud immigrants from Espresso Art sat in a big circle and made prank calls while eating the concoction.
I call this "Life in a Nutshell".