December 21st, 2002

...dreamers

A pretty girl with a wicked smile on

I slept for damn-near 12 hours. Eh, probably 11, but I can dream.

The foot is actually a bit "better". There is no longer a golf ball-sized bump...now it's just really sore and bruised. Still can't really walk on it. If I go anywhere other than home today, I may have to use crutches. And I'm going to have to have Mama or Fayanne do a lot of stuff for me.

Grr...hate being dependent!


Had some really fucked up dreams. There was me sleeping with a male prostitute. Me smoking pot. Me stealing a harness from climbing. Me running away from cops. Me trying to run away from Hannibal Lecter while searching a random school for an empty class room with a sink where I could burn the remnants of the joint ("destroy the evidence" and all that jazz). Fucked up, yo. I think the best was Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal trying to eat us. *shudder*

Me and my cracked out mind are going to find something to do that doesn't involve moving so much. Maybe a movie and eating cookies.

And keeping the foot elevated. I think that actually helped a lot.
  • Current Music
    You're So Real - Matchbox Twenty (in head)
...dreamers

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So today has been uneventful. Very.

I watched It's a Wonderful Life (in black and white, of course). It was good, and ended around lunch time when we had Zippy's. Eck...but Fayanne had a craving for it.

Somewhere in there, I fell asleep on the couch for an hour(?) maybe more.

Now, Fayanne is baking Ginger Snaps and the house smells wonderfully!

Can't decide if I should take a shower (or bother to at all, cause that's gonna be a mega pain in the ass) or nap again. If I go out later, I'll definitely shower before I go, but for now? I WANT SLEEP!!
  • Current Music
    Zoe. She's talking...and doesn't stop ever.
...dreamers

Faster faster I'm a star in this disaster movie

You know it's bad when I start to connect with Josie and the Pussycats again.

*sigh*

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I could just italicize the entire song. So perfect. So sad.


I dream of fire when you're touching my hand
But it twists into smoke when I turn on the light


Maybe it's time to walk away...
  • Current Music
    Faster, Faster - Bree Sharp