Ohhh yeah, I'm about three pineapple rings short of a fruitcake here.
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...the thing is, I know me. Even if the stupid dream was real, all that means is that there's a zillion of me sort-of kind-of maybe hoping it might have some hope of being true but mostly just sitting in front of their computers or thought boxes or phone lines or in at least one case this really fucked-up system involving birds somehow...
...going "Bwa-pschttttt... *snicker* ...yeah, like that's real. About time I checked myself into a padded cell/priest's confessional/insane asylum/sane asylum/nuthouse/iceroom/meditated/whateverthefuck... and after that I'm gonna go have some cake and take a nap 'cos apparently I really fucking need it."
I strongly suspect that if there are indeed parallel dimensions, that in most of them where I exist at all, I'm laying around drinking soda, craving cake, and snickering at the whole idea, not doing a damn thing useful about it.
And even if that's not the case, that's certainly what I'm doing in THIS one. *sips her soda* ...particularly the 'craving cake' bit. Want cake, dammit. Chocolate. Grr. Hormones and urge to kill anyone NOT providing me with chocolate cake both rising.
*goes off to stalk the chocolate bar she thinks is... somewhere...*
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