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I had a perplexing dream last night. I was riding around in a time traveling elevator, when it opens into a hotel room with just me and a woman who strikingly resembles Jackie O. She begins to strip naked, I become somewhat lucid and we fornicate. I get back into the elevator, we're supposed to catch a broadway show, and then I travel through time again and wake up at 9 this morning (which for reference is the earliest I've been up in a long time). My body is trying to convey a couple things: I need to get laid, and time is slipping away from me. Both are terrible, undeniable truths.
I've been really down lately, I can't put my finger on it. I just know there's something wrong when I wake up and immediately put on Rocky Votolato. I'm going to busy myself today with laundry and showering and possibly getting my hair trimmed, definitely watching the new Futurama movie. Hot damn, what a great show.
I've been really down lately, I can't put my finger on it. I just know there's something wrong when I wake up and immediately put on Rocky Votolato. I'm going to busy myself today with laundry and showering and possibly getting my hair trimmed, definitely watching the new Futurama movie. Hot damn, what a great show.