Just to touch base, I'm fine. Some weird things happened after the earthquakes, but I'm unharmed. I'm also grounded for the rest of my life. But the joke's on him. I'm not planning on sticking around much longer.
So, in dream world, I'm a douchebag and my ex girlfriend is a ninja.
...My ribs and the side of my head still hurt...
...Would MOST women here be that upset to find out an alien was shapeshifting as them and filming makeout tapes with teenage guys? And would you hit me for laughing hard enough that I woke up in LONDON feeling it?
Cause I'm still laughing even though that hurts. Can someone actually break ribs through a dream?
Sometimes you just have to smile, nod and do as your told when you're facing the person. And then when you're finally home free you can call them an ungrateful wannabe he-bitch whose got more hair on her face than a weasel on the internet because that's how we handle things in the digital age of pretend anonymity.
...I see some pretty heavey drinking in my imediate future.
Anybody want to meet me somewhere I can tell you all the tales of my great battles as a fucking viking ALIEN prince of somewhere called what sounds a lot like Ass guard? ..Look it's funier that way and like hell I understood what half of us where saying anyway.
...Because lets face it heavy booze is recquired to process THIS.
EVERYTHING! Because I get to go to the Soap Awards and it's awesome and I'M TOTALLY GOING TO WEAR A THE BEST DRESS! I just can't wait, it's going to be amazing! I've never gotten to go!
Okay, so I'm a little bummed the inn isn't going to be ready by the weekend, but hey! Can't complain about the cute construction workers. Diet Coke Break!
I take back what I said about even missing the paperwork while I was out. Third day back and I'm already up to my neck in it. Thank you, Irvine PD, for your sloppy casework