Feb 19, 2006 03:18
So I keep having dreams about getting arrested. The first entailed a vial of liquid cocaine, a high-speed chase and four cops wrestling me to the ground. The next was on a New Years Eve and I was arrested for running a stop sign and public intoxication. The jail cell was decorated like an apartment. Alison was arrested later on for tripping on mushrooms. Huh? We hung out at the picnic table with some random guy and this guy I went to high school with who later on spit a loogie on my leg.
I drove past a cop today and suddenly got really nervous even though I was obeying all traffic laws. Spent most of the weekend in Saytown with Jeff. Saw a theatrical rendition of "The Best Little Whore House in Texas." It sucked. I realize that musicals entail songs but this particular musical had waaaay too many songs. It was also the GAYEST thing I've ever seen. I mean gayer-than-gay-porn gay.
If anyone gets the chance to go to the next roller derby bout, I would highly suggest going. I went last weekend and it was awesome. It was all about asses and fist fights. HOT.