Currently listening to:
�My Delicate� by Jenny Choi and the Third Shift
my delicate come to where its warm
Ill lay my sash out on your door
lets see your face cheeks brushed with ash
your youthful round kissed by the dryness of the cold
your crystal voice fills me with joy and peacefulness
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Okay. So I`ve finally come to the conclusion that I AM NOT NORMAL. Yes--I know some of my good friends have known this for some time, but I was obviously living in a state of denial. Last night (during the four hours that I slept), I had the craziest dream. I was on a motorcycle with some guy, whose face I recognized immediately while I was dreaming. Someone I was very familiar with. Someone I knew very well. But for the life of me, I can`t remember who it was now.
Anyway, this was my dream. He and I were being chased by men with machine guns, but we safely escape into a city of . . . candy. Sugar heaven is what it was. Pink sugar covered the ground like a blanket of snow. Tall structures were constructed of chocolate bars. Hershey`s empire to the left, Kit Kat apartments to the right. And while the hero and I thought we had safely escaped from harm, the buildings start to collapse and there`s a colossal wave of pink sugar quickly approaching us, and we`re about to be swallowed under its tide.
I wake up. The clock reads 8:30am. After declaring myself clinically insane, I reach over for the bag of Almond M&Ms on my nightstand and start munching away. Even nightmares of drowning in a pool of sugar can`t keep me away from the stuff. And I figure if I`m going to go, I might as well go happy.
I need to seek professional help.
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