Dream Diary #2

I'm thirteen again, but this time I'm strangling people. Nice people, but they pointed and laughed when I came to school without my clothes. I got dressed and they weren't laughing when their faces went blue, oh no.

Bloop

Gtalk statuses, in the order that i saw them :

1. happy
2. just because
3. god bless you
4. I'll cry instead
5. berate jabo
6. is so evil
7. listening to ziggy marley


my status was Busy.

Dream Diary #1

Weird dream I. I kill two children. I decapitate them. Not clear if that's how I killed them or if that was incidental. Anyway, I then spend an hour of dreamtime running around trying to hide the heads, which are in a clear plastic bag. Hmm, I think harriedly, should I drop them from the roof, let them splatter on the street and confuse people into thinking they were vegetables? Do I roll them down the stairs of another building and hope no-one associates it with me? Do I just keep them in my room, take them out later and dump them somewhere? Decisions, decisions. Possibly inspired by Dexter, except I know the kids, they live near my house. Arr.

Day in July

Interesting twenty-four hours. Studying, check. Movie-with-popcorn, check. Teaching, check. Tattoo, fucking hell yeah check.

no worries

Hakuna fucking matata, okay? Now get me drunk already.

Stumble

Remind me why I even started to give a flying fuck?

Summer

Went to Someplace Else. Ekuil-i-brium played, they were good, it was fine. Hip-pockets started playing, I look around, everyone's turned twenty years older. Including the band.

Audition happened. Thank the Universe I picked a nonentity of a play, because I riffed around with the lines more than Bill Gates on Guitar Hero. Also, sang. Like a bullfrog with amusing forehead contortions.

Ran around during a transport strike. Private car drivers made an accumulated fortune today.

Holy shit, it's been six months already. And almost a year for the wife and spice.

So much has changed. I'm no longer allowed to impose bans on puns. I have to always sit with my legs crossed during international calls. And my adored spice totally respects me - the both of me.

To conclude. What did the vada pav say to the customer in the Star-Wars themed restaurant?

"Luke, I am your vada."

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