August 5th, 2004

Road Warrior Diaries


Again for the record, having serial dreams over several nights about manipulative women who return to my life to tell me that they’re ‘pregnant with my baby’ and ‘looking forward to bleeding me dry’ does very little to restore my faith in humanity. One, in a true mockery of things I love, made her announcement to a roomful of my friends after being offered cheese. She opened her blouse, squeezed a nipple, and said loudly, "No thanks, I’ll make my own!" as her mother’s milk shot out. I know, it doesn’t make much sense, but neither did your big furry purple beetle that was trying to eat your sister. (Don’t judge me!)

Tomorrow, I’m gonna get tore up.