Friday, April 8, 2011
I woke up this morning laughing. I dreamed that Danielle was in my bathroom, and there was something wrong with her. I asked if I could help, but she wouldn't let me. She then told me that she had to put on some kind of oinment on her asshole, and then showed me the ointment. It was a bottle of fucking glue. I laughed my ass off, thinking, "Ohmigawd, she must be uber high right now or something." No wonder she was so damn constipated! I had to go somewhere else to finish laughing so that I could help her out in a more mature way--she wasn't laughing about it, and for some reason, I felt like laughing at her plastered misery wouldn't help. My brushes have been disappearing from my bathroom, so I dreamt that I found them again--only they were in the posession of some strange cat-man and were covered in blood. He might have explained why he had them and why they were so bloody, but I don't remember.