stop your messin' around
Would like to know why I woke with this song in my head. I do not, in fact, mess around.
Dreamt of an antique shop filled with vibrant colored glass. It was a variation on the one repeating dream I have and have had all my life. Shopping malls, little shops, flea markets, thrift stores, choices, choosing.... and always the colored glass. Don't know why. Many people dream of sex. I dream of glass.
Well, I did bake a pie with JC once, in a dream. But I don't think it was sex. He wouldn't shut up babbling the whole time.
Raining like a bastard the last couple days, beautiful. Today it's sunny. Hot air balloon over my house, blowing... can see then spread out over the valley at dawn every day during balloon fiesta week, bubbles in the air. Because I am a dork, I chant "bubbles of earth! bubbles of earth!" repeatedly. It's from a book, don't ask. I have personal free-association jokes that are decades old.
Oh, and yes, I am one of those people who sing and talk to themselves while driving. Driving along and you can see me there, all "blah blah blah" in my car. It's pretty funny. I meet other drivers' eyes and they look away, embarrassed. Should I be, too? Hmmm.
Jc. Wade. JC... guh. I.
Holy shit.
Dreamt of an antique shop filled with vibrant colored glass. It was a variation on the one repeating dream I have and have had all my life. Shopping malls, little shops, flea markets, thrift stores, choices, choosing.... and always the colored glass. Don't know why. Many people dream of sex. I dream of glass.
Well, I did bake a pie with JC once, in a dream. But I don't think it was sex. He wouldn't shut up babbling the whole time.
Raining like a bastard the last couple days, beautiful. Today it's sunny. Hot air balloon over my house, blowing... can see then spread out over the valley at dawn every day during balloon fiesta week, bubbles in the air. Because I am a dork, I chant "bubbles of earth! bubbles of earth!" repeatedly. It's from a book, don't ask. I have personal free-association jokes that are decades old.
Oh, and yes, I am one of those people who sing and talk to themselves while driving. Driving along and you can see me there, all "blah blah blah" in my car. It's pretty funny. I meet other drivers' eyes and they look away, embarrassed. Should I be, too? Hmmm.
Jc. Wade. JC... guh. I.
Holy shit.