I'm having this recurring dream: a montage of pretty girls walking away from me, waving goodbye, and saying No. Now, I'm no shrink/analyst/mystic, but I think I know what this is about. Question is, am I self obsessed, pathetic and brave enough to do a blog post on it?
Meh, maybe later. Tonight is drinking oblivion and stoopid party games with my family.
Happy Solstice, motherfuckers.
25 December 2004
recurring dream
Posted by Cecil B. Demented at 22:08
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