Anything Goes Line Baby
Oh man what a dream I had last night…….Before I get into that I just want to say that American idol was kind of unentertaining last night. Yes the rocker bald guy may have done ALMOST the best but he does pick the shittiest, self-indulgent boring songs to sing. I think Ace did much better then the judges said he did (I would suck his balls even if he farted the song). Other singers were unmemorable. Too bad Top model is on at the same time. That’s a bitch, that’s also one of my favorite shows as well as House.
Ok, now about my crazy drug infested dream. I was living with my mom in a nice Florida House and all of a sudden a fucking helicopter swoops down on the next-door neighbors driveway, meanwhile, at the same time, my first boyfriend walks in the kitchen door! I’m like “what the fuck are you doing here?” I don’t remember his answer but I do remember that I wanted to ride him like the wind! Then, there was this very beautiful, very sophisticated tall blonde in my house (who knows why) and he was flirting with her and you could tell he wanted her very bad and boy was I jealous. She had a boyfriend who was a lawyer, she didn’t want him, he layed down without his shirt on and he looked hot. Just images in my dream. Others were me drinking a bit and wanting to stop and peer pressure to smoke pot because I wanted to hang out with a pretty girl.
I don’t remember if it was before or after Brian was flirting that I was doing heroine (this is JUST DREAM! I WOULD NEVER TOUCH THE STUFF) but I do remember that it was very easy to just quit cold-turkey and that I wanted to get into better shape for I was at least 10 pounds more then usual. Oh boy this dream still goes on and on and gets pretty tragic.
I quite heroine and the needle was in my room as well as $180 dollars in my drawer. Someone that I knew came up to me wanting something very badly. I felt I owed her and told her to take my needle that had residue of heroine in it (sorry, this is a truthful blog about my life. I couldn’t make this shit up!). A day ortwo passes by and I knew the bitch stole my $180 and I demanded she give it back. She took the needle and tried to stab me and the needle flew into this pool and a little girl picked up the needle. I started to cry and couldn’t’ speak no matter how hard I tried. I signaled anyone around me to get the needle out of the little girls hands and then I woke up. I also dreamt that I fucked Matt Damon ahh.