I was thinking...
Maybe this shouldn't be public access.. but I really just don't care, so whatever.
I think I could listen to BNL mostly forever. (Current cd: Maybe You Should Drive. Earlier this morning: Born on a Pirate Ship and Stunt. Technically it's not morning anymore. Oh well.)
Besides, as far as I know, only two people read this (including myself). And anyone else who would be reading it has no clue who I am, so whatever. .. "so whatever.." .. I am so lame.
By request..
I could even smell the cigarette smoke. I couldn't hear the music, but I could feel it. I could feel it was loud; my bones shook and my ears hummed silently. I danced; of course.
This was my favourite dream. I actually felt like a real person. A cool person. That was the only time I dressed up and wore make-up; when I went clubbing in my dreams. I would see Amanda there and give her a huge hug since I'm such slacker I haven't called or seen her in months. Seeing her in my dreams makes me feel less guilty; less empty. Sometimes I would see Chaz or my cousin's chihuahua; whatever--it's a dream, ya know?
I would be out-going. I would flirt with cute guys and even not-so cute guys. I would tease the dj or the bartender. Once I even gave a guy named Don my phone number. My uncle's name is Don. But it wasn't my real phone number, it was one of those 555 numbers you hear in a movie--but I -thought- it was my phone number. Sometimes they were faceless, and sometimes they were Brad Pitt or Christian Slater. Sometimes they were my brother's friends.
Have you ever had a dream that was so real you confused it with reality? I do that all the time. I think, "Yeah, I told Mary this when we went to lunch at Wendy's that one time.." But in actuality I only dreamt we went to Wendy's.
That's when I met Val. He seemed kinda shy sitting at the bar, and I smiled at him. When I went out on the dance floor I guess he followed me. I love it when guys can dance. And it's really sweet when guys who can't dance will dance with me just because I love to so much. Not all white guys have no rhythm. Val had rhythm. But I wouldn't freak with him. I don't really think that's dancing.. and that's why I go out: to dance.
More to come.. *smile*
I think I could listen to BNL mostly forever. (Current cd: Maybe You Should Drive. Earlier this morning: Born on a Pirate Ship and Stunt. Technically it's not morning anymore. Oh well.)
Besides, as far as I know, only two people read this (including myself). And anyone else who would be reading it has no clue who I am, so whatever. .. "so whatever.." .. I am so lame.
By request..
I could even smell the cigarette smoke. I couldn't hear the music, but I could feel it. I could feel it was loud; my bones shook and my ears hummed silently. I danced; of course.
This was my favourite dream. I actually felt like a real person. A cool person. That was the only time I dressed up and wore make-up; when I went clubbing in my dreams. I would see Amanda there and give her a huge hug since I'm such slacker I haven't called or seen her in months. Seeing her in my dreams makes me feel less guilty; less empty. Sometimes I would see Chaz or my cousin's chihuahua; whatever--it's a dream, ya know?
I would be out-going. I would flirt with cute guys and even not-so cute guys. I would tease the dj or the bartender. Once I even gave a guy named Don my phone number. My uncle's name is Don. But it wasn't my real phone number, it was one of those 555 numbers you hear in a movie--but I -thought- it was my phone number. Sometimes they were faceless, and sometimes they were Brad Pitt or Christian Slater. Sometimes they were my brother's friends.
Have you ever had a dream that was so real you confused it with reality? I do that all the time. I think, "Yeah, I told Mary this when we went to lunch at Wendy's that one time.." But in actuality I only dreamt we went to Wendy's.
That's when I met Val. He seemed kinda shy sitting at the bar, and I smiled at him. When I went out on the dance floor I guess he followed me. I love it when guys can dance. And it's really sweet when guys who can't dance will dance with me just because I love to so much. Not all white guys have no rhythm. Val had rhythm. But I wouldn't freak with him. I don't really think that's dancing.. and that's why I go out: to dance.
More to come.. *smile*