I dreamt that I was hung-over and desperate. I went to an industrial doc (a chick I was sorta sure was gay - wonder if that means I am gay?) and she wanted me to drink two bottles of finger nail polish and eat a tube of lipstick, and take some "gold pills" and wouldn't give me any good drugs. i was bereft. I cried but couldn't bring any tears to my eyes and I thought, "They will think I'm a serial killer because I'm crying without tears!" and so I smushed her face up between my thumb and other four fingers the way your annoying and fat auntie did your face when you were little, and told her I was gonna get her for this. She said, "You're just trying to get out of work," and I told her I didn't work SUNDAYS and I went to clean out my locker coz I knew i was gonna get fired for the face-smushing thing anyway.
don't eat pop-tarts before going to bed.
eta: I also blame wolf for this dream and she knows why.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
Last edited by Trilby; 04-18-2009 at 04:22 AM.
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