So, hey. Last night sucked, and then I had dreams. Remember the dumpy husband from the beginning of my dreams? Caught him fucking my sister.
So I stabbed them both. And then got popped for it.
So I wake up sweating bullets and somehow righteously angry, only to find my black stage costume lying at the foot of my bed. Spangles and sequins and fringe going from my ass halfway down my thighs.
The dreams aren't fucking funny anymore. Though the costume is really hot.