Oh tidings of comfort and joy.
I remember having a series of dreams last night, and most of them ended with me getting attacked by some sort of animal. I know one of them was about a mountain lion. I was sitting on someone's back patio and I asked him casually "uh, so do you think we're in danger here?" and he was like, "hmm yeahhh I think so." You'd think I'd have been a bit more alarmed considering the bloody end to my dream. The other one was a big dog following me while I was on a run that just lunged at me all of the sudden. I've always had these kinds of dreams. I remember having one where there were wolves in my back yard... OH and the one about the PEACOCKS. That was terrifying. You can't even imagine. It really sucks to die, wake up, go back to sleep and die all over again.
Ha I wonder if there's some sort of hidden meaning.
Good god what is my mom singing? Hahaha she's in the shower belting out "Jingle Bell Rock." And now it's "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen." She keeps going. She hates Christmas carols, too. My family is so weird.
Ha I wonder if there's some sort of hidden meaning.
Good god what is my mom singing? Hahaha she's in the shower belting out "Jingle Bell Rock." And now it's "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen." She keeps going. She hates Christmas carols, too. My family is so weird.