I've been noticing everything lately. No really. This guy spit on the ground like 3 miles behind me and I heardit happen. It's creepy. Normal Pete, Normal.
Insomnia is fun. Only when it's not and I draw weird stuff instead. Everything is spider-themed. I'm just going to go ahead and blame Halloween instead.
Speaking of, Pumpkin Oreos were not so spectacular...
I had a dream last night that we were living in a world where Kaiju existed. Giant Godzilla monsters. They were real. And I was being paid to study them.
And then I woke up and realized it wasn't true in this world.
Our teacher accused us of being slugs when we got back to school after, well, a few days of being in sleep comas? So we skipped to a chapter about slugs as punishment.
Did you guys know that slugs have green blood and that they can lay 20-100 eggs several times a year?
Strangely enough, I find that the more violent and disturbing my dreams become, the more I turn to my kitchen for comfort.
Not comfort eating, exactly, but comfort cooking. I prepare elaborate meals at three in the morning, only to pick at a bite or two before disposing of it and returning to bed. Such a waste of good food, but I've never been a fan of left-overs.
Perhaps I should channel my energies into a dinner party.
Sorry for the disappearance, everyone. Had to fly out to Berlin for a family emergency and ended up getting conned into staying the whole summer, but I'm back now. What'd I miss?
Where can I find an efficient company or individual that can remodel a room in my home? New to the area. New to the COUNTRY. I don't really know local businesses yet.
I keep having this dream about this woman. Beautiful, strong, Latina woman. Covered in engine grease and holding a gun. Never thought that kind of thing would do it for me.
Sort of a weird thing to admit in a public forum like this but she's something else.
I've been having a lot of dreams about home lately. Maybe I'll go back for a quick visit before term starts up again. If only I could remember where I put my passport.
One of my stupid GAs left Ghidorah's tank open last night. If you see a Beareded Dragon running around the UC Irvine area, please return it to my office. Poor little guy's probably scared out of his wits.
I ALMOST thought that I was going to have to find something else to do with my evening besides work, but then the backup generators kicked on. You never seen anyone cry as much as a building full of people who suddenly realise they ain't getting to go home early after all.
Of course, it's only powering the essentials, so I guess we're all gonna see what I look like without this coat on.
None of the flyers I posted around town seemed to be getting any attention, so I thought I'd advertise here.
Looking for members to join a 3 piece punk band. I've got lead guitar down, just need a drummer and bassist. Name's already picked out: White Silk Chinchillas. Totally non-negotiable. Hit me up.