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You know, this is my last week of summer. Sad, isn't it? It's really sad that I wasted the entire monthof June. Seriously, I didn't do one fucking thing in June except complain about how bored I was.
I had a weird dream last night. I lived in a house with a bunch of televison comediens and hot women. Greg Proops (From Whose Line is It Anyway?) was constantly coming on to me, and I finally asked him why and he was like "Well, with all these other hot girls here, I didn't want you to feel left out."
Um...thanks? After that little speech I found out JM was going to be making an appearance at my school, so I went and I hung out in the back...he was wearing a suit and had curly hair. Unfortunately I didn't even get to touch him. :( What's the point of having dreams of JM if I don't get to do anything?!
You know, before I started writing smut, I used to have really hot, really sex dreams about JM or Spike? And now that I'm writing so much, my dreams are pretty mundane and forgettable. You see what I go through for you guys? I guess it's because when I wasn't writing as much, dreams were my only outlet--they were like mini-movies. I remember once...well...nevermind....
My hair is still falling out. Though now I wash it Hydrating Curls shampoo/conditioner and condition it with a volumizer, so it doesn't look thin anymore. It's actually quite pretty. I guess I better enjoy it while I have it.
I had cookies and Fresca for breakfast, and I can't stop listening to "Dancing in the Moonlight". Just saying is all. I want to vid that song and Lilac Wine. Because I'm insane. To quote a friend "How can Jeff Buckley be dead when so many other people are allowed to live?"
Slept through MST3K this morning, and now I'm pissed. Oh well, it was probably an ep I've already seen.
Oh! So the other night Jaie walked over to Wal Mart to get something...I told him I wanted cookies. He came back and gave me my cookies and kissed me and he smelt like cigarette smoke! I asked him why he smelled like cigarette smoke, as the boy doesn't smoke. He tried it once like 3 years ago and didn't like it. Well, it turns out I put the idea in his head because I was going on about how I was craving second-hand smoke. (I know, it's weird....It's really weird. I seriously blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bubonicplague for smoking around me so much in Tampa.) So he bought Pall Malls (apparently that's what his grandma smoked...) and decided he really didn't like smoking. He then complained he couldn't get the smoke smell off. I joked that now he smelled like Spike--he was just missing the leather. Unfortunately we don't have any leather...
So that was mypointless tale for the day. My husband is so weird. I still don't know what we're going to do with this pack of cigarettes.
I had a weird dream last night. I lived in a house with a bunch of televison comediens and hot women. Greg Proops (From Whose Line is It Anyway?) was constantly coming on to me, and I finally asked him why and he was like "Well, with all these other hot girls here, I didn't want you to feel left out."
Um...thanks? After that little speech I found out JM was going to be making an appearance at my school, so I went and I hung out in the back...he was wearing a suit and had curly hair. Unfortunately I didn't even get to touch him. :( What's the point of having dreams of JM if I don't get to do anything?!
You know, before I started writing smut, I used to have really hot, really sex dreams about JM or Spike? And now that I'm writing so much, my dreams are pretty mundane and forgettable. You see what I go through for you guys? I guess it's because when I wasn't writing as much, dreams were my only outlet--they were like mini-movies. I remember once...well...nevermind....
My hair is still falling out. Though now I wash it Hydrating Curls shampoo/conditioner and condition it with a volumizer, so it doesn't look thin anymore. It's actually quite pretty. I guess I better enjoy it while I have it.
I had cookies and Fresca for breakfast, and I can't stop listening to "Dancing in the Moonlight". Just saying is all. I want to vid that song and Lilac Wine. Because I'm insane. To quote a friend "How can Jeff Buckley be dead when so many other people are allowed to live?"
Slept through MST3K this morning, and now I'm pissed. Oh well, it was probably an ep I've already seen.
Oh! So the other night Jaie walked over to Wal Mart to get something...I told him I wanted cookies. He came back and gave me my cookies and kissed me and he smelt like cigarette smoke! I asked him why he smelled like cigarette smoke, as the boy doesn't smoke. He tried it once like 3 years ago and didn't like it. Well, it turns out I put the idea in his head because I was going on about how I was craving second-hand smoke. (I know, it's weird....It's really weird. I seriously blame
bubonicplague for smoking around me so much in Tampa.) So he bought Pall Malls (apparently that's what his grandma smoked...) and decided he really didn't like smoking. He then complained he couldn't get the smoke smell off. I joked that now he smelled like Spike--he was just missing the leather. Unfortunately we don't have any leather...So that was mypointless tale for the day. My husband is so weird. I still don't know what we're going to do with this pack of cigarettes.
This chapter needs a disclaimer. So I'm disclaiming. There, you've been disclaimed. It's a bit rough and violent...
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