My tongue is the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart.
The other day I was riding home from school and as I turned onto this path, passing a telephone pole a large amount of splatter action falls from the sky, nearly hitting me. I stop riding my bike to look up and see the perpetrator seagull glancing it's beady eye down on me. I shook my fist at the terrorist and while my eyes were focused on the monstrosity of a bird, I noticed a shit bubble, yes folks a shit bubble, floating from the birds rear end and popping on my front tire. Appalled, surprised and killing myself laughing, I asked myself, "Did I just see what I think I saw? Is that (poo bubble) even possible??"
Upon arriving home and stowing away my bike, I decided to take a nap. Before the travel agent rudely interrupted my slumber I had a very stupid dream. I was riding my bike home and going along a different path when I saw people from work. I pulled up beside them on my sweet ride and we all started to chat. I noticed that Fraser was eyeing my slurpee (which I also just realized I had in my hand). He snatched it away from my and started guzzling it down while I screamed, "NOOOOO" then burst into laughter. He was all curious as to why I was so against him drinking it and why I was laughing so hard tears were rolling down my face. Then I told him the shit bubble story except, the shit bubble had landed in my slurpee and he had guzzled the contaminated beverage without a worry. Then the phone rang and I woke up and agreed to pay an extra 100$ for my Europe ticket without even realizing until later that afternoon. I am going to repeat what I've stated before in previous entries.... What is wrong with my head??
To back up my insanity, I have another piece of a dream from today. Once again, I came home at 10 and decided to hit the hay. I was having problems getting to sleep and it was feeling like I was more laying there with my eyes closed than actually sleeping. Ooooh boy was I wrong. In my dream, at the time I really felt like this was happening, I was driving along a craaazy dangerous road at night, complaining to myself that I was tired and just wanted to be home and asleep in bed rather than driving my ass home. My eyes were heavy, I was rolling off of the road then correcting the car back onto the pavement just before a hazardous turn. I notice something on the road and tell myself to brake, but I hesitate because I'm sooo sleepy and I roll over something very cute and fuzzy (I assume it was a baby bunny because I was trying to play with some at school yesterday and it probably stuck in my head). I'm so very upset that my reaction time is not even working and start to scream. I then wake up or think I wake up rather, with my face buried deep in my pillow screaming and kind of moaning. It feels soo good to do it too, it's the best release ever like a stress relieving orgasm. Then I hear my mom come in to my room and say, "hot dogs anyone?" which obviously wakes me up in my dream because I'm so freaking confused. I'm finally conscious and I realize there is no one in my room, but me and I'm clenching my pillow so tight and I can barely breath with my face pressed right into it. By this point, I wasn't really sure whether I was actually still dreaming in another dream again or finally awake. I look at the clock reading 12:12pm and my mom comes into the room (at this moment I'm totally expecting "hot dogs anyone?") and says,"Jocelyn, what is going on in here? I've been hearing all kinds of noises; I thought I should come and check and make sure Graeme wasn't in your bedroom." So, apparently I was making such loud pornographic callings my mother felt the need to make sure my boyfriend (who works during the day full time and isn't even allowed in my room anyways) wasn't there pleasing me beyond belief. In conclusion, my sanity is slipping away, my subconscious is as horny as my conscious and that was one hell of a dream!
Upon arriving home and stowing away my bike, I decided to take a nap. Before the travel agent rudely interrupted my slumber I had a very stupid dream. I was riding my bike home and going along a different path when I saw people from work. I pulled up beside them on my sweet ride and we all started to chat. I noticed that Fraser was eyeing my slurpee (which I also just realized I had in my hand). He snatched it away from my and started guzzling it down while I screamed, "NOOOOO" then burst into laughter. He was all curious as to why I was so against him drinking it and why I was laughing so hard tears were rolling down my face. Then I told him the shit bubble story except, the shit bubble had landed in my slurpee and he had guzzled the contaminated beverage without a worry. Then the phone rang and I woke up and agreed to pay an extra 100$ for my Europe ticket without even realizing until later that afternoon. I am going to repeat what I've stated before in previous entries.... What is wrong with my head??
To back up my insanity, I have another piece of a dream from today. Once again, I came home at 10 and decided to hit the hay. I was having problems getting to sleep and it was feeling like I was more laying there with my eyes closed than actually sleeping. Ooooh boy was I wrong. In my dream, at the time I really felt like this was happening, I was driving along a craaazy dangerous road at night, complaining to myself that I was tired and just wanted to be home and asleep in bed rather than driving my ass home. My eyes were heavy, I was rolling off of the road then correcting the car back onto the pavement just before a hazardous turn. I notice something on the road and tell myself to brake, but I hesitate because I'm sooo sleepy and I roll over something very cute and fuzzy (I assume it was a baby bunny because I was trying to play with some at school yesterday and it probably stuck in my head). I'm so very upset that my reaction time is not even working and start to scream. I then wake up or think I wake up rather, with my face buried deep in my pillow screaming and kind of moaning. It feels soo good to do it too, it's the best release ever like a stress relieving orgasm. Then I hear my mom come in to my room and say, "hot dogs anyone?" which obviously wakes me up in my dream because I'm so freaking confused. I'm finally conscious and I realize there is no one in my room, but me and I'm clenching my pillow so tight and I can barely breath with my face pressed right into it. By this point, I wasn't really sure whether I was actually still dreaming in another dream again or finally awake. I look at the clock reading 12:12pm and my mom comes into the room (at this moment I'm totally expecting "hot dogs anyone?") and says,"Jocelyn, what is going on in here? I've been hearing all kinds of noises; I thought I should come and check and make sure Graeme wasn't in your bedroom." So, apparently I was making such loud pornographic callings my mother felt the need to make sure my boyfriend (who works during the day full time and isn't even allowed in my room anyways) wasn't there pleasing me beyond belief. In conclusion, my sanity is slipping away, my subconscious is as horny as my conscious and that was one hell of a dream!