Some good, nice, dreamlike dreams please
We were up early yesterday...well earlier.
We were up EARLY today.
Maria couldn't have anything to eat past twelve.
If she eats past twelve she starts growing a mucousy cocoon around her.
The cocoon sticks to everything and has an eerie dry ice mist around it.
Eventually she'll claw out of the shell and will have scaley skin, spikes, disproportionate limbs, sharp teeth...and really big ears.
We came back after a frigid breakfast at McDonalds...sorry Morgan.
After criticism over my loyalty to avoiding injesting animal greese or fat...which I'm sure has been fucked over through eating various chinese food over the past year and the possibly the pancakes at MDs.
MDs...my initials.
Anyway.
We came back to the house and Maria lied down for a nap while I "excersized" while taking a whiiiiiiiiz.
I eventually had to stop because I really had to pee.
Pee...oh god.
I came back and found Maria at the computer and the bed empty.
So I got in bed.
She showed me peoples websites from across the room as I slowly faded into dreamland.
I slept:
We were in some parking lot as far as I knew.
It was my mom, Maria and possibly my dad.
We all got out and were walking around.
I went with Maria...I fear this Mia won't let my type....chicken sented cat kisses.
This cat is so affectionate...it's a little bewildering.
I WENT WITH MARIA to a laudromat or something.
We stood outside and she may have asked me what was wrong.
I layed out THE WHOLE thing a-gain.
With hostility she replied.
Much like the recent arguments we've had, she doesn't seem to understand that I could still be hurt about what happened over the break.
Bending...hmmm no.
Same stuff...pretty much.
My coping ability...bloody brilliant.
So after a retarded yet heated argument in the bowels of my subconscience, I left her sitting and went to find the car.
I think the goal of me leaving was to get in the car and play some music.
Well...parents not around I thought it wise to drive around and pick everyone up.
I drove while the gear stick (Reverse all that crap) was poking me in the face. I remember yelling that I couldn't drive because I was off centered and the stick was in my way.
Rather then using the steering wheel I used a combination of the gear stick and the window wiper's stick.
I could barely get around the parking lot with carts and cars cluttered around the lot.
So I stopped by a dry cleaners and picked up everyone...I assume they got in because they all dissappeared from being outside.
I woke up:
Stiring a little I could barely hear Maria on the phone. It sounded like a nice phone call to/from someone.
I stirred more...fell back to sleep a little then was rolled on top of for a wakeup call.
After a brief eyebrow and lip wax out...we came back.
Sometimes I can't say the right thing.
And It pissed me off because nothing I say is really that bad.
And given the fact I do the best I fucking can and treat her like a QUEEN...It's crap sometimes.
Eugi told me to treat her shittier.
Christian told me to do the same.
I don't want to do anything else.
I've done enough.
I'm simply tired.
Someone is having withdrawl symptoms from being away from the computer and being loved by hundreds of people oggling.
Want some more cheese with your whine?
I'd feel the same.
Fucking shit ajkbkasjndkajnsdjna.,n.............................................
We were up EARLY today.
Maria couldn't have anything to eat past twelve.
If she eats past twelve she starts growing a mucousy cocoon around her.
The cocoon sticks to everything and has an eerie dry ice mist around it.
Eventually she'll claw out of the shell and will have scaley skin, spikes, disproportionate limbs, sharp teeth...and really big ears.
We came back after a frigid breakfast at McDonalds...sorry Morgan.
After criticism over my loyalty to avoiding injesting animal greese or fat...which I'm sure has been fucked over through eating various chinese food over the past year and the possibly the pancakes at MDs.
MDs...my initials.
Anyway.
We came back to the house and Maria lied down for a nap while I "excersized" while taking a whiiiiiiiiz.
I eventually had to stop because I really had to pee.
Pee...oh god.
I came back and found Maria at the computer and the bed empty.
So I got in bed.
She showed me peoples websites from across the room as I slowly faded into dreamland.
I slept:
We were in some parking lot as far as I knew.
It was my mom, Maria and possibly my dad.
We all got out and were walking around.
I went with Maria...I fear this Mia won't let my type....chicken sented cat kisses.
This cat is so affectionate...it's a little bewildering.
I WENT WITH MARIA to a laudromat or something.
We stood outside and she may have asked me what was wrong.
I layed out THE WHOLE thing a-gain.
With hostility she replied.
Much like the recent arguments we've had, she doesn't seem to understand that I could still be hurt about what happened over the break.
Bending...hmmm no.
Same stuff...pretty much.
My coping ability...bloody brilliant.
So after a retarded yet heated argument in the bowels of my subconscience, I left her sitting and went to find the car.
I think the goal of me leaving was to get in the car and play some music.
Well...parents not around I thought it wise to drive around and pick everyone up.
I drove while the gear stick (Reverse all that crap) was poking me in the face. I remember yelling that I couldn't drive because I was off centered and the stick was in my way.
Rather then using the steering wheel I used a combination of the gear stick and the window wiper's stick.
I could barely get around the parking lot with carts and cars cluttered around the lot.
So I stopped by a dry cleaners and picked up everyone...I assume they got in because they all dissappeared from being outside.
I woke up:
Stiring a little I could barely hear Maria on the phone. It sounded like a nice phone call to/from someone.
I stirred more...fell back to sleep a little then was rolled on top of for a wakeup call.
After a brief eyebrow and lip wax out...we came back.
Sometimes I can't say the right thing.
And It pissed me off because nothing I say is really that bad.
And given the fact I do the best I fucking can and treat her like a QUEEN...It's crap sometimes.
Eugi told me to treat her shittier.
Christian told me to do the same.
I don't want to do anything else.
I've done enough.
I'm simply tired.
Someone is having withdrawl symptoms from being away from the computer and being loved by hundreds of people oggling.
Want some more cheese with your whine?
I'd feel the same.
Fucking shit ajkbkasjndkajnsdjna.,n.............................................