2 August 2008

How can things be good when ...

A) you dreamt of your school's extremely stupid rules, only ten times worse.

B) you dreamt of yourself fighting with a teacher at your house.

Yes, I dreamed that I had a fight with the Rotten Pear Fucker during a party at my house. And of course I won. I vaguely remember myself hitting her with a thick wooden stick, hard, at her tummy. Haha. Die, bitch.

And the fact that she's shorter than me only made it better.

(OK, I don't know if she's shorter than me in reality, but in my dream she was shorter by a few inches. HAHAHA. Stupid shorty.)

I wonder what I'll dream about tonight.

Probably something weird as well. Maybe this time I'll be at the swimming pool with my fellow assassins, hiding behind bushes and waiting until the moment is right to jump out at the Rotten Pear, who's wearing a bikini which ... err, accentuate her "curves", and baring her flat tummy.

Nobody said that all flat tummies are nice.

And her tummy will be all scars and bruises, thanks to the fight we had.

Hahaha.

Don't mind me, I'm crazy.

And yeah I wasn't going to post anything today either.