ironbhr

what a weird fucking dream...
there is something strange about talking to your best friend's mother as you pack up the bookstore in which you live in...at least the mood lighting was nice, kinda sunset like... just in time for me to remember we had left over chicken in the fridge. god what a thought to wake up too...


"what the hell was that?"
"i don't know, i think he just told us to steal third"

gah...

so what do i get out of this dream? well, miss steve. that's a given. i work to hard ( living in a bookstore...need i say more ) but what get's me is steve's mother there. what the hell is she doing a t my place. acting like she's judging me? is it some kinda of physic thing? sure her son would love to leave home and possiblibly move out here and hang in the high country. (ok, for the locals i mean the city. from sea level, this town is pretty high off the level) but everything else...jesus...what's wrong with my head


in other news did you know that marc summers the former host of double dare and now the host of unwrapped on the food netwrok is ocd.

coffee, cream and sugar