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Me and my stupid mouth. I ruin everything. Ugh.
Anyway.
I had a bunch of weird dreams, one of which was Liz and I wandering around some really huge, old, expensive hotel on a class trip (somehow) and then I really had to go to the bathroom so we turned a bunch of corners and in this dusty random corner that no one apparently ever went in we found female and male restroom signs each pointing to a carousel horse with a clear shower curtain around it. I think I might have tried to use it, but I just wasn't sure what the hell I was supposed to do, so I decided I could wait awhile longer.
Then this girl was murdered in a dining room and everyone was panicking because the killer must still have been there, and I remember thinking about it being sad that she was dead, and that all the food looked good and maybe I should grab some of it on my way out, and I felt guilty because I thought I might know who the murderer was, but hopefully I was wrong so maybe I shouldnt say anything. But maybe I should. And I finally found a bathroom in the corner of the room, and as I walked into it some scared looking waitress person was like "You have to leave right now!" and I was like "Look. I have to pee. I don't care if I get strangled after that, but right now I have to pee."
To make a long and by now, not remembered very well story short, the dream ended with the killer chasing his next victim around an ice skating rink that was for some reason in the middle of yet another large dining room. More panic ensued.
I just heard a great song on last.fm about faking an orgasm. I enjoyed it actually. It was kind of like "Look at this fool, I just can't bear to hurt his fragile little ego."
However, I do NOT condone the faking of orgasms under any circumstances, ladies. Just don't do it.
Anyway.
I had a bunch of weird dreams, one of which was Liz and I wandering around some really huge, old, expensive hotel on a class trip (somehow) and then I really had to go to the bathroom so we turned a bunch of corners and in this dusty random corner that no one apparently ever went in we found female and male restroom signs each pointing to a carousel horse with a clear shower curtain around it. I think I might have tried to use it, but I just wasn't sure what the hell I was supposed to do, so I decided I could wait awhile longer.
Then this girl was murdered in a dining room and everyone was panicking because the killer must still have been there, and I remember thinking about it being sad that she was dead, and that all the food looked good and maybe I should grab some of it on my way out, and I felt guilty because I thought I might know who the murderer was, but hopefully I was wrong so maybe I shouldnt say anything. But maybe I should. And I finally found a bathroom in the corner of the room, and as I walked into it some scared looking waitress person was like "You have to leave right now!" and I was like "Look. I have to pee. I don't care if I get strangled after that, but right now I have to pee."
To make a long and by now, not remembered very well story short, the dream ended with the killer chasing his next victim around an ice skating rink that was for some reason in the middle of yet another large dining room. More panic ensued.
I just heard a great song on last.fm about faking an orgasm. I enjoyed it actually. It was kind of like "Look at this fool, I just can't bear to hurt his fragile little ego."
However, I do NOT condone the faking of orgasms under any circumstances, ladies. Just don't do it.