3:02PM - strange dreams...
Last night I went & hung out with Chippermunkey. We did vodka shots, yes I threw up. I still haven't learned my limits with vodka.
Anyways, I had this insane dream, about Mitchy ( Hi Mitchy...you haunt me. Ass )
We had just gotten out of a Rancid concert, fuckin rock out. It was me, some Girl & I'm assuming someone who was representing Virgo Boi...
Mitchy was in the parking lot & I fuckin leaped up on him...got a piggy back ride. I asked him some question & he yanked me aside & said something to the effect of, "I wish I knew your plans. I dont want to get together with you, if you're going to be busy today..." so of COURSE! I dropped whatever little plan I had with the two people in the car & went to his place. It was weird, the whole atmosphere...it turned out to be a Matchmakers house. Marie was there, with one of her men...getting thier cards read. Mitchy kept getting up & going somewhere, coming back, curling up next to me & making faces like he was GOING to kiss me, but never did. Huge dissapointment there *sigh*
Anyways...I got woken up right about where we were almost going to suck face again by Chippermunkey. He snorted in my ear. I can't remember all of the dream, I wish I would have written it down sooner, because I know alot more went on, I just can't recall the details. All I know is I woke up with this stupid shit-eating grin on my face...even though it's a dream & I'm sure that's all it's ever going to be. A stupid dream. Stupid stupid dream. *grumble*
On the lighter side of things, Kelly & I attempted to dye my hair turquoise yesterday. The top of my head is the color it's supposed to turn out as...the rest, well that's a different story. So I have to go back to Sally's & get another bottle & go over it again. Yay.
I must say though...it really doesn't look all that bad. *grin* I can work the multi-toned hair. Dad hasn't seen it yet, he's going to flip his fucking wig. Hehehehe...
I love aggravating him sometimes. It's so funny when he gets mad.
I think I need more water...we drank a LOT of vodka. *groan* My stomach hates me right now. I'm embarrassed that I yarfed, but I couldn't sleep until I had to jam my finger down my throat. Good thing I remembered my toothbrush.
Smell my words & hear my breath!
*Elizabeth*
melancholy
dirty