I was on stage this weekend in front of 10,000 people. Oh what a night! I'd tell you more, but then you'd know too much and I'd have to kill you. And I like you. Besides, homocide is generally not my bag.
Also, I have a new beau.
This morning I dreamed that I accidentally called my ex in my sleep. He answered "hi" and I was like, fuck! I sleepily responded, "oh, sorry, I didn't mean to call you, I thought I deleted your number, but I was dreaming so I accidentally dialed." Then I was near a swimming pool where he showed up in person, uninvited. He looked terrible. "Wow, he looks really different," I told my friend. I was completely disinterested.
7:54 p.m. - 2012-08-27