Goose Pants.

New year, new goals

I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of a resolution for 2011. I guess I want to survive without going crazy. And possibly visit the chiropractor more often.

Yes, I’ll take eating disorders for 500 please.

I like listening to old voicemails and hearing the sounds of people who love me and want to talk to me.

My house is so empty.

facepalm

there’s a grizzy upstairs. i’m going to go two weeks without the necessities of life. my face is swollen. i’m starving.  time to go back to sleep and start this day over.

weird dreams

I’m usually the type of person to have bizarre dreams (when I remember them) but the last two nights in a row take the cake.  BOTH were about a certain someone trying to assasinate me.  The first one was a party where he kept sneaking up to a table to vandalize it….but then when I caught him he pulled a gun out so I had to wrestle him the ground for it.

(side note: I’ve actually had the mispleasure of a similar experience; gun wrestling that is.)

The second dream was just that he kept following me and wouldn’t leave me alone. I woke up feeling very disoriented.

Now I’m reading and eating pickles.  Nothing but good can come from that.

better get the fishin boots, because today it just got DEEP.