Last night I had some weird ass dreams. They included but were not limited to: food, being on some tropical island while the island broke into 2 and half of my family was on the new island, CharlesJohnson popping up with my brother (despite my not knowing what he looks like I recognized black Jesus immediately. What does it all mean, Basil?
It means your family doesn't really love you and also you want to have an incestuous 3-way with your brother and CharlesJohnson. The bill will be in the mail.
It means you had an awesome night. You're welcome. Also, Hitler is back, you guys. Apparently he is... making chicken in Thailand? <a class="postlink" href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2356705/Fried-chicken-takeaway-called-Hitler-opens-Thailand-comes-complete-logo-Nazi-leader-bow-tie.html" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article ... w-tie.html</a>
Ronald McHitler? Part of me hates it when delivery guys are late. Part of me really likes the pressure it puts on the boyfriend to finish.
Food is comfort, and the satiation of need. Interpretation depends on if you were eating it, striving for it, or if you yourself were the food. The island one could be fear of loss, but more likely it's uncertainty and fear of change. Family there could be actual family, or it could be things in your life that you take as a given.
My little Craigslist replier is now channeling Eminem: I sent him back the lyrics to Judas Priest's Some Heads are Gonna' Roll. Translated into Dutch. That ought to keep him busy for awhile.
Drunk at a BBQ/Newfie Horseshoes tourney. It is hot, it's awesome to have a pool to jump into. Can opener, bitches!
My wife's family doesn't have a family reunion, so they have this BBQ thing. Unlike mine, there's booze and it isn't filled with people with two first names. And lotsa shit wrapped in bacon. Some good eats.
Wait... So they let him keep being a ref after he murdered a player on the field? The fuck? I need to see a video.
I'm leaving this apt because I'm literally covered in gnats. I tried to make an almond butter sandwich... A gnat literally flew into his doom/my butter-covered knife. It was disgusting. I don't understand why there are so many. I'm on the verge of gagging. Blah
Or he looked at it, thought, "the fuck?" and moved onto something else. Total time wasted, 8 seconds.
A woman I worked with years ago shared her some of her son's wedding pictures on Facebook. This looks like an entertaining event.
Well, Rogers doesn't do Internet out here. So my options for accessing the web are McDonald's, and calling out ones and zeros over the phone. I would judge everyone for their underbites, ridiculous hairstyles and regional accents, but I'm wearing flip-flops in public.
I can't tell if that's the bride or if they're about to hunt her. The bridesmaid's face pretty much sums up my feelings about the whole thing.