I had the weirdest dream just now before I woke up now. It’s 5:41 now. Anyway, this wasn’t no ethereal fourth dimension exploration dream, nor was it about the rediscovery of the Mary Celeste while being chased by pirates, or seeing Tegan Quin sad (Quite the sad dream I tell you, it happened), but I remember I ordered like, 5 pizzas at a friends house when we were home alone and like, the pizza got there and while I was happy sitting in the front of his place, I called him from the front of the house telling him the pizza was here.
Next thing you know his cousins ran out even though no one was clearly home but my friend.
One by one they all came out. I said they can have a slice, cause well, I wanted some— that’s why I ordered it. Cousin after cousin, after cousin; eleven, twelve, thirteen— ninteen, twenty— one after one another.
Two pizzas was gone, they came back for seconds, even though I clearly said ‘You guys can have only one slice” Cause man, I was hungry, and I ain’t gonna let my bitch-ass pizza go just like that..
Then their older cousins came out for some. And I’m sitting there like, ‘Come on guys, how much are there of you?” Another two pizzas gone after that, leaving only one left. My friend finally comes down from playing PS3 in his room, takes his half of the pizza; only my half pizza remains. Then what do you know about untimely situations; His brother comes out, followed by his mother, and his sister. Thus only leaving one slice left.
Happy that I finally get one I picked it up.
That is, up until I fuckin’ dropped that shit on the ground— “Bark bark bark”
The dog comes running around the corner to steal my fucking pizza.
"Fuck you, dog. That’s mine.."
Little shit took off with it.
Welcome to my dreams, a place where I don’t even get any damn pizza.
Long story short, us Indians cerealously have to stop repopulating.
I’ll write tonight, so there’ll be new stuff to read late tonight around 4 or 5 AM
Reblog if your cramps have ever
- made you vomit
- lasted between 2-3 days
- stopped you from being able to walk or run
- made you cry
It’s not considered a viable excuse on any occasion, and I would like to know why.
- woken you up at night the pain was so bad
- made you pass out
- made you unable to stand up without doubling over and grabbing onto the closest object for support
Masturbation cramps are a bitch..
Tagged by the all mighty and gorgeous zneeludjam
Frankly, I’m not even sure who to tag but it’s not like I care anyway; Do what ever you want, man…
Winnipeg leads [Arizona] 4-1.. All I have to say is oh motherfucking shit. What a fucking game. Winnipeg playing their playing pre-season a bit sloppy only to come back for the regular season making strong amount of plays and we’re only in the end of the first period.. Blake Wheeler having 2 goals, Kane taking injury with knee on knee contact with Schiefele after avoiding a collision with an [Arizona] player, four penalties for Phoenix.. To be frank, I actually lost count; Shane Doan— former Winnipeg Jet in the 90’s and the rest of the ‘Yotes clearly frustrated, Mike Smith letting the puck slip between the post and right pad.. Clearly a game to catch.
[Edit; Freudian slip lel]
I could never use cell phones to call; always landlines if it had to be with a small margin of me actually using it— Let alone radios or walkie talkies. I remember when I was like, 14 or 15 that a few friends and I were talking and chilling in our old area and being little shits we were and then one of us has a set of walkie talkies cause why not. Anyway, this was a one time thing so no one really could have known we had them outside the 3 or 4 people including myself.
But after dicking around a bit we hear a faint noise through one of them. So me and ‘Charles’ let’s say, radio our other two friends on the otherside of the area complex, ” ‘Smith’, ‘Sarah’ did you say anything?” “No.. Did you?” “Nope. Meet us at my rooftop asap’
This shit we heard was getting louder and louder, but yet so inaudible.
Keep in mind this radio had 10 channels and no one else knew that we had the radios either. So the ‘Noise’ had to know what channel we were on to communicate with us. We then heard screams and shit like that. But everything else was so quiet from the other side of the radio. And faintly the next thing we heard was, ‘….Chris….’ So by that time I’d already shat my pants at the sound of that while everyone was looking at me shocked, we didn’t use our names as thats what people do on radios..
" Who is this " we asked, no response; noise still heard faintly.
After like 5 minutes of this noise, we heard more shit, and on top of that was in a gruff baritone sound, “tunnel. pond. five minutes”.
[bit of info, the rooftop is where my first ex and I always hung out alone, so only her and I were always there evenings, but then she left but I still stayed there. If I wasn’t home, and someone wanted to hang out and talkk, or even just sit with me in silence, I was on the roof. People came and met me there no matter what time it was in evening/early morning. But the Pond Tunnel was my own place; no one knows about it but myself.]
So everyone was fucking confused with me only knowing what it meant.
"Guys, whatever the fuck this is, it knows me and knows everything about me.. I have to go"
After a few minute debate we concluded the four of us decided to go together to the pond tunnel with me showing where my place was. So heading down highway (a block or two away) to the gas station with our radios in hand, we walk past the place to the pond behind. The tunnel is on the other side of the pond farthest from us. Its also away from the highway so no streetlights were near there and the noises kept getting louder.
"….Come here. [Friend 1]. [Friend 2]. Chris. [Friend 3]. I can. See you."
And because I never talk about my friends outside my circle, and if I have to, I’ll change their names. But shit, knowing whatever this was it knew our names, we all just NOPED out from behind the gas station and ran as fast as humanly possible back home to the park behind my place in a span of a minute, maybe quicker. Of course we fucked the radios and smashed them apart against the pavement when we were far from the tunnel. We sat there together. After all that. What seemed like forever. Complete silence. We haven’t talked about to this day. This being the first I say something about this. But holy fuck man. Still fucks with me today despite me trying not to think about it.
The Criminal Minds episode with Reid and Rylee Jenkins..
Damn, great episodes. Still trying to get all the details.
Strangest from fiction is the everlasting walls of this prison.
A man of skill, trapped within these four cranium bone walls.
So why don’t you pass over your tissues and collagen make up,
So I can mask away the hurt that constantly triggers me.
A sickness of sorts, my candle was blown out when I left,
When I left through the fuckin’ hidden and open door.
But oh terrible was the soft leather couch that remains
Embedded in my skin— A scar of sorts of which I hold no pride.
All remaining is the will to cut the candle short.
It’s not the cut that harms,
It’s the motive and the willpower of my own
It’s just so damn typical, psychologically divided.
She tells me to seek out the great Houdini
So I’ll laugh in her face,
And spit in the disgrace that is,
Of her god damn paper certificate.
Subconsciously there’s a place I belong assuming I’m correct,
Versace brand, peculiar places; I swear I been here before.
Corporatocracy resolves the problematic for the others.
But I know I’m not one of them. I know I’m not one of them.
So with the feignest hand I’ll grab what I can,
Comparing these rusted bars with my aging.
Solemn dance, you force me through by the pulls of my strings,
It’s a death from above of sorts— but still I lose sleep.
But drop your fire from the skies and down onto my head,
All with the paralytic paradise I once called bliss.
Father forgive me for escaping my prison.
It’s just so damn typical, sight of eye inclined.
She tells me to seek out the great Houdini,
So I’ll laugh in her face,
And tell her that I am the great Houdini
So god damn tell me what I’m to do now.
October 03 2014
"Cockfights are chickens, not.. that."
"Ohhhh.. That’s what those are.."
Missed the 2nd period. Cause the closest store still doesnt have drinks so that was another 5kms walk to my uncles store. 1 goal each for Schiefele for the Jets and another for the Flames. But in the 3rd the flames score 2 goals within 40 seconds for the flames making it 3-1 Calgary. Shots are 7-0 for the flames with them having a power play ending atm for the third. Sloppy period for both teams but meh. ‘m tired, bit I stay in my chair until 60th minutes of play til the end.