A brief dream XII
Last night I dreamed that we were celebrating my mother's birthday in the 'party room' of the restaurant at which I used to work. I was sick with regret for having asked our server, "You're still here?"
My mother decided to stand up and read to us from her several "Odes To Captain Picard".
Later, I discovered that my car had been stolen by an ex girlfriend.
5 Comments:
"Mother" and "Captain Picard" should never be used in the same sentence.
Ick.
Dude. Vato. Score me a copy of that fucking book. And I mean FUCKING, NOT phucing. I gotta have it to add to my shit, namely my library that doesn't exist that will turn into some FUCKING second hand bookstore of novelties for wimps, fags, freaks, clits, and punks in 2032.
I had a dream the other night that I was being chased by a giant mutant radioactive kitten. It looked just like one of the giant animal effects from an old 50's horror movie.
The things brains will think of to entertain themselves while we're asleep...
KF - Make it so, mommy. Engage.
Yawn - Once again, I'm at a loss for words.
TGIUTK - That's hysterical. That it looked like a 50's special effect kills me.
Wow, what is it that you eat (or smoke, or sniff) before going to sleep at night, and where can I score some?
Oh, and the Giant Radioactive Kitten had me rolling on the floor.
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