dreams may come
I am trying to shave the ass of one of my livejournal friends (who I've never met in real life, and never fantasized about in any way prior to this), but we keep being interrupted. I get the feeling that he thinks I don't want to shave his ass. This saddens me.
We're on the couch in the family room of the house I grew up in, and for some reason I'm going through photo albums, trying to find the perfect costume for... something. I come across a picture of me and several other kids dressed in very fancy animal costumes; I was an alligator. "I remember that costume!" I exclaim, "You do?" ask my parents.
"Yes!" And suddenly I am in the alligator costume, a small child, thrashing about in a faux-kiddie-pool made of a hula hoop and blue felt in the driveway outside my beach house. And my great-grandmother joins in the fun. We are wrestling in the felt-kiddie pool.
And I'm back inside the beach house on the couch, trying to shave this guy's ass.
And I'm at Oak's Amusement Park, waiting in line for a bubble/cage ride. It's one where you sit in a small round cage, two people per bubble, and spin around in all sorts of directions. Now they'd added on an extra bubbled in seat that was pink and made of flimsy plastic, but I didn't concern myself too much with that. I just really wanted to ride in one of the pink bubbles.
Brittany Murphy cut in front of me in line, although I didn't mind. She looked at me with her big doe-eyes and expained to me "My coke fell out of my purse earlier while I was getting a cigarette," as she lit up.
After I waited my turn, I got into the pink plastic bubble which I'd origially thought could hold another two people, but once I was in there, I was cramped just by myself.
We're on the couch in the family room of the house I grew up in, and for some reason I'm going through photo albums, trying to find the perfect costume for... something. I come across a picture of me and several other kids dressed in very fancy animal costumes; I was an alligator. "I remember that costume!" I exclaim, "You do?" ask my parents.
"Yes!" And suddenly I am in the alligator costume, a small child, thrashing about in a faux-kiddie-pool made of a hula hoop and blue felt in the driveway outside my beach house. And my great-grandmother joins in the fun. We are wrestling in the felt-kiddie pool.
And I'm back inside the beach house on the couch, trying to shave this guy's ass.
And I'm at Oak's Amusement Park, waiting in line for a bubble/cage ride. It's one where you sit in a small round cage, two people per bubble, and spin around in all sorts of directions. Now they'd added on an extra bubbled in seat that was pink and made of flimsy plastic, but I didn't concern myself too much with that. I just really wanted to ride in one of the pink bubbles.
Brittany Murphy cut in front of me in line, although I didn't mind. She looked at me with her big doe-eyes and expained to me "My coke fell out of my purse earlier while I was getting a cigarette," as she lit up.
After I waited my turn, I got into the pink plastic bubble which I'd origially thought could hold another two people, but once I was in there, I was cramped just by myself.