Bon Paques!
man....its been 2 days since I've heard his voice. he went to vermont with his friend Ian to celebrate Easter. Now, any other psychopath would probably think--"omg, he's sooo cheating on me" but not me. not my boyfriend. I do admit the thought crossed my mind for a TINY SPLIT second...but when I think about how he cried tears of joy the time I told him I love him, or the time he called me in a drunken stuper just to tell me that "paul, you're the one." and the next day...hungover as hell, callin me just to tell me that "only special special people get the drunken phone calls"
With that all in my head and in my heart; I couldn't believe for a second that he was THAT kind of guy. Tonight he's supposed to come home...damn can't wait to hear from him.
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So last night. whoa
Had the worst night of sleep i've ever had. Waking up every couple of hours, no reason. just wake up and sit up in bed...then had the worst nightmare ever. Don't really know what was so scary about it now, but I do remember I was in a hotel, really really dim lit rooms and hallways, everything was green and gold...Everything was so clouded and retro, but I dont know what time period would have such elaborate style. (or lack of rather) All I remember was hiding in this huge room, filled with lavish furniture, and a kitchen island that i ducked behind. I wasn't supposed to be there..someone was after me. I dont know if it was a threat to my life, or just my freedom (jail) but I could definitly remember I was an unwanted guest at this hotel.
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This morning; while on the way to my parent's house; I was stopped at a light, one where those bums hang out with their signs "will fuck for food" or whatever...but this morning was different...I saw a shady looking man handing something to the bum and the bum quickly placed whatever it was in his pocket...and then pulls out his sign and goes to work.
My theory is that: Drug dealing. I think these people are nothing other than drug addicts and this is a great way for them to support their habit...I cant prove anything yet..but it kinda got me wondering what it would be like...
To be a vigilante. and I'd drive around listening to "Asereje" (the ketchup song) and I'd have a big gun in my holstier strapped to my chest. I'd catch every bad guy with grace and impecible style, not to mention great lines like "Eat lead, you fashion disaster"
well thats all for craziness, happy easter everybody.
With that all in my head and in my heart; I couldn't believe for a second that he was THAT kind of guy. Tonight he's supposed to come home...damn can't wait to hear from him.
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So last night. whoa
Had the worst night of sleep i've ever had. Waking up every couple of hours, no reason. just wake up and sit up in bed...then had the worst nightmare ever. Don't really know what was so scary about it now, but I do remember I was in a hotel, really really dim lit rooms and hallways, everything was green and gold...Everything was so clouded and retro, but I dont know what time period would have such elaborate style. (or lack of rather) All I remember was hiding in this huge room, filled with lavish furniture, and a kitchen island that i ducked behind. I wasn't supposed to be there..someone was after me. I dont know if it was a threat to my life, or just my freedom (jail) but I could definitly remember I was an unwanted guest at this hotel.
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This morning; while on the way to my parent's house; I was stopped at a light, one where those bums hang out with their signs "will fuck for food" or whatever...but this morning was different...I saw a shady looking man handing something to the bum and the bum quickly placed whatever it was in his pocket...and then pulls out his sign and goes to work.
My theory is that: Drug dealing. I think these people are nothing other than drug addicts and this is a great way for them to support their habit...I cant prove anything yet..but it kinda got me wondering what it would be like...
To be a vigilante. and I'd drive around listening to "Asereje" (the ketchup song) and I'd have a big gun in my holstier strapped to my chest. I'd catch every bad guy with grace and impecible style, not to mention great lines like "Eat lead, you fashion disaster"
well thats all for craziness, happy easter everybody.