:: Perhaps not so strange... ::
...I'm genuinely and greatly disinterested in befriending or meeting up with 99.9997% of the people I ever went to school with, and especially disinterested in befriending or meeting up with anyone I went to junior high or high school with. Meh. I just really don't want to ever meet any of those people again, although morbid curiosity makes me curious about, like, six people. Six people out of twelve years? Double meh. Everyone else I pretty much kept in contact with, one way or another... like Rose, or Laurel. We're nowhere near as close as we were when we were banded together back in the day, but our spheres of influence are still touching slightly, I would say.
Anyway, The Wolf has been very vocal and active in his dreaming tonight, here's a quick sample:
Why th-... cheese everywhere... but why? Fuck ninjas.
But if we go down this hallway we'll never reach the last door in time... damnfuck.
Sasuke... nnnff... computer electrics... ughh... *mumbles into the pillow*
Traps... are so cute! Aww. Hello. *hand-flopping*
OH MY GOD! *sits up and grabs his head* Omigodomigodomigod... No, wait, nothing's wrong~ *falls back asleep*
Coffee... I'm pausing the end of anti-attention.
Boxxy? Er, no. No no. (sotto voce: Bitch.)
Hn! *kicks his legs like he's running, then kicks hard* Go away! *sleep-runs some more, then stops for a few minutes, then starts running* I miss you. *runs, runs so far away*
The black clock, right there. That's the reason why... *turns his face into the pillow and mumbles* ...defeat us.
Anyway, The Wolf has been very vocal and active in his dreaming tonight, here's a quick sample:
Why th-... cheese everywhere... but why? Fuck ninjas.
But if we go down this hallway we'll never reach the last door in time... damnfuck.
Sasuke... nnnff... computer electrics... ughh... *mumbles into the pillow*
Traps... are so cute! Aww. Hello. *hand-flopping*
OH MY GOD! *sits up and grabs his head* Omigodomigodomigod... No, wait, nothing's wrong~ *falls back asleep*
Coffee... I'm pausing the end of anti-attention.
Boxxy? Er, no. No no. (sotto voce: Bitch.)
Hn! *kicks his legs like he's running, then kicks hard* Go away! *sleep-runs some more, then stops for a few minutes, then starts running* I miss you. *runs, runs so far away*
The black clock, right there. That's the reason why... *turns his face into the pillow and mumbles* ...defeat us.