I had an all night dream that took place in the setting I grew up in.
It was the same piece of land that I grew up on. The house was different, an actual house instead of a trailer.
I was married, we had one neighbor who lived close.
I was a killer in this dream, not a random victim type thing but a “do whatever it takes to advance and protect my family” type killer.
Someone had gotten on my shit list and was in the back of my car passed out. While I’m moving them to the killing place a neighbor comes up close. I almost got him to leave me alone, but right before he walked away he saw the back passenger-side door open and ol’ dudes arm hanging out of the car.
So I had to kill him. It was very rushed, he ended up in the back yard.
Later, his wife calls and says she knows what happened and attempts to blackmail me.
That night I shared the situation with my husband.
We were supposed to dispose of the body properly but it never happened. Just inaction.
The next day I got a text from the wife with pictures of the evidence.
So I disappeared, but knew that I was going to jail.
The last part of my dream was a very homoerotic scene where very attractive inmates were basically like- “Baby, It’s Okay.”
From the moment I went to sleep to the moment I woke up.
We were running late because I forgot to put my glasses back on. Had to turn around.
It was so much better than I thought it would be to-night.
Oh my God,
Okay, so my basic bitch ass saw my first roast battle and it was SO GOOD >< It was so damn funny.
The last few times I’d tried to go late, people left before I could get up there, and because I’m so new, little things still effect me. Affect? I don’t fucking care. I’m trying to go on earlier. I very nearly wanted to go first but didn’t ask, and then, the impulse left me.
Everyone who went on ready to eat tonight. He loves to see it. Particularly, the two sets right after mine. Lil Twin and Scott Wilding. Both did very well.
Someone paid me a very nice compliment.
The Hosts, Beth and Deonté were on fire. Darrin was on fire.
My set started, it was like someone running at a cliff. I just went for it.
That first joke was t-r-a-g-i-c. A fiasco. Bop Bop. It has done better. My delivery was effed.
I pace. Apparently.😈. I prowl sometimes when I’m searching. I didn’t come alive until I was able to run it down. The first quarter was wasted space. I did get off the ground but it wasn’t something I can say “I” did, if that makes any sense. I’m happy. He’s happy.
Probably had the shortest set tonight, which makes sense.
Did you tell them you were non-binary? Kinda. And I actually wanted to keep that one locked down, (I don’t think that is the right term, maybe I am being weak. I think I’m just a very sensitive person? But there’s no time for that, I am not there to analyze my inner workings Im there to perform) and it turned out to be a Sudafed joke. It was the biggest laugh I got.
And then he sang.
It was so bad. Bad is good here. I was afraid they were going to heckle me and it was the only thing I had. Fergie’s National Anthem, Chanzy? Yes. Almost to the chorus, I needed it so bad.
Did you just yell “laugh” at that guy? And he did, and said “Thank You”.
Cameras- Matt and Kim.
I am not great with being filmed. And did you very nearly go on a diva rant?, whooooooooooooooooo. I *literally* couldn’t because I was unsure people would think it was funny. Mariah Carey. Tonight it wasn’t bad. Somehow. It didn’t shut me down. Lots of Baptist owned footage of this one. It’s inevitable. I got used to it before and I’ll get used to it again. I need so much practice.,
I thought I was going to be sick right after I didn’t fail(?)🙄. It was good.
I was so freaking scared to go after Kristopher Kendrick.
Shockley did some great crowd work. I can’t do that ish yet. I was freaking out over thinking I’d have to be mean. If they’d heckled me tonight I was ready to start sobbing.
It was very nice to fall into that run.
Tonight was alright.
At first I think we all thought we’d be playing to the walls. People came in and from what I could see they hung around.
I thought I couldn’t do it with people so close, but the crowd was a BIG part of the show tonight. They were close to the stage but it wasn’t so bad. I got up there and realized it was two pretty girls. Thank you, Jesús. They were alright. I didn’t have to insult anyone and that’s all my tender heart wanted tonight after being off for so long.
I literally just want to get lost in the light where I can’t see anyone, but I can hear them, but he will take any type forward momentum at this point.
This summer came at my throat and eyes. Middle decade birthdays are busted, you guys.
Why am I always the damn rookie? What the actual f is that? -It’s fine! Always, though. He’s fine.
I’m wired because I was okay but I am not intoxicated along with that because I wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t all good, so, it’s tough. But he can do this.
I look so fat. I do have a pretty stomach outside of clothes, just by the way, but alright. He does have a pretty face you just got to get way too close to see it, by then he’s uncomfortable. It’s fine, you vain b-word, Eat it, it’s what you’re good at.
Cut to me never missing another workout ever.
Coffee’s wearing off. I had to leave two sets after mine, I hate to do that, that is the truth. Couldn’t see Gabriel tonight which sucks. Honorable Mentions- Brandi Augustus, Tim Gill, Cool Breeze, Amanda Kruel, Art Martin, Madison Duren, Gibson Carney, Andrew McAffry, David Habel. They were playing elsewhere. I know I forgot some people or missed someone else but he tried, damn it.
*We have been watching Claim to Fame. The other day I said how cool it would be to have a murder mystery reality show, like that,(without it coming off campy!) where they are eliminated based on their choices from the moment they enter the house. Mess up enough you’re on the list.*
It started somewhere north and west of here, in the woods somewhere. Off the highway.
There are people, about 6? All of them looked famous, the only face I can clearly remember is Gina Torres.
There is an older, chubby man. Who might have been wearing a chef hat.
There is a slight woman with a long bob cut.
I thought she was the killer.
I don’t know.
The scene is dark, and the sun is setting over a wooded ridge.
There are people running toward a building set in the Wilderness. (I looked like a *really nice* rest stop.)
All the lighting in this place was bad fluorescent… so obviously horror movie lighting. Low ceilings.
Then, I saw them die. Every time there was a death I saw it. I had no clue what was going on.
First it was quick and white and silver motions that ended neatly in death. In a closet? I think the first one was in a closet or closet like space. Someone was caught and it was quick. Boom.
Another death, that happened off screen. It’s coming together that this is no accident.
Then Slight Bob is looking up something on a computer that verifies she is related to or connected a crime that all of these people were involved in. (These people are being punished; it isn’t random. I think they killed/ruined her parents.)
Except, Gina Torres is behind her and sees the screen. But she is unaware of what she has seen, because she is just there, she didn’t do anything.
So Slight Bob (who now looks like Castle Rock Annie Wilkes) just walks out and I’m watching Gina Torres stand at an island in the kitchen, worrying.
Suddenly I am outside in a very pretty all-glass greenhouse, but it is dark outside so everything is in the shadows.
There is a fluffy woman who is been put, on a table, maybe strapped in a wheelbarrow. She is ahead of me. The guy in the chef’s hat walks around behind her. She is screaming or crying, probably both. He pulls out this cylindrical, narrow, metal, post-looking thing about a foot-and-a-half long with a big mean hook at the end. It looked like something you’d see in a butcher shop. Without saying a word he put it in her lower stomach and sliced all the way up her body. (!) Her cries cut out and became very quiet pathetic sounds.
(*Disney can’t show this, what is going on?!*)
There was no blood but because he’d cut the way he had you could see the outline of her stomach and other stuff, but none of it had been damaged. So, she might live if there was a doctor right there, but there was not. Just a very unpleasant cook.
I felt very sorry for her, she was innocent. Wrong place wrong time.
Then I woke up because the power went out and turned our “smart” lights into rave lights and woke me UP!
When I went out Slight Bob and the Infernal Chef were coordinating, after the kill.
She knew that Gina Torres had seen the screen and, by then, would know the truth.
When I left, I was in the grass in front of the building.
I came right back, SOMEHOW- and it was quiet and there was nothing there and it was not lit up, so it was over. Got back and it didn’t matter.
Freaking MISSED IT!!!!
And I’m choosing to believe she escaped.
Whatever crime was being punished, she didn’t have a part of, but they wouldn’t care, I saw what Chef Boyardee did in that greenhouse.
I’m done. Today I wanted to go Live on TikTok but I couldn’t get it together. To make myself feel better I decided to get some pictures with the good light.
Most of them came out right. The body shots-WHICH ARE NOT EASY IN THE FIRST PLACE!- were obscured by Sheddy Krueger. THANKS.
Love you guys, hope your weekend is good….
Since Instagram cuts off the edges of Pictures- LOOKING AT YOU, Instagram!-we’ve got some Exclusives- Thank you, Chantarctica, Thank you WordPress- Here are the full photos-
Before you get smart, I haven’t taken a shower today. THAT’S RIGHT. Love you. I hope some of you see this and it makes your weekend better. Get out there and have fun or stay in a restore your energy. Do something nice for yourself, please.
We are finally getting close enough to Autumn that I’m feeling optimistic again. Be safe. Thank you for coming by.
More weekend of July. We are already halfway through summer, thank all that is good. Twice this season the weather has saved my mental health; I hate summer but I love summer thunderstorms.
We’re going to be alright. You know what’s fucked up? I had just started feeling like my life long attraction to Russians was not treasonous, really breaking down that born in the 80’s ridiculous Russian stereotyping, and -WHAM- War. F me. Oh I do not want fight with anyone. It never ends well. Whatever. It’s not like anyone cares what I think.
Anyone else wish they could spend summer surrounded by snow?
Today was strange. Not terrible but strange. Being gay isn’t a sin. I had an odd conversation and I feel compelled to say that. Being gay is not a sin, having a lazy mind is a sin. By the way, there is no such thing as sin- there is only good and evil. And all the other things.
This year has been terribly interesting, so much that even in the middle of a depressive state I am thrilled about what else is to come. I’ve been working on my other socials, specially TikTok and Instagram. Some gabies shamed me into getting a Snapchat. Instagram is my favorite. I am trying to go live more.
You never know what’s coming- I hope the rest of this season, the rest of this year is good for you. I know it feels like the world is crazy, that is because it is, you’re gonna be great. Better than fine. Don’t deny yourself happiness. Whatever it takes.
If you have been around here for awhile, thank you so much for sticking around, you make this a better space. You rock. Take care of yourself.🌹
When I woke up today I thought to myself- it is a Saturday, just cool it and try and relax. Anyone who knows me knows that it is very hard for me to sit still and harder to relax. Anxiety.
They took Bring It On, Ghost off Netflix and it made me mad. They took Oh My Ghost off as well and I became bitter. Those are my favorite K-Dramas. Fortunately, I got the DVDs as an early birthday gift. Currently, I am watching 13th episode of Bring It On, Ghost. I like to rewatch it, usually this time of year.
Usually, I try to avoid coffee but today it was magnificent. I really like good coffee.
Fun fact- we realized this week that I didn’t have my first blended iced coffee drink until I was SEVENTEEN. NO WONDER I LIKE THEM SO MUCH! I’m behaving. People don’t know, they think they do but they don’t.
The last few weeks have been very tough psychologically for me. Summer is always a doozie tying right back into growing up in an agricultural economy.
I’ve been trying to get sun because I had low Vitamin D levels. I’m very fair skinned and am trying to stay safe about it. Recently discovered a new spot of arthritis, which is always fun. HELP ME!!! -He’s Fine! It’s Fine…
Hopefully this weekend is good to you all. I hope you are safe and happy. It seems like a lot to ask for in the world right now, but there it is.
Don’t run, screaming, into the woods x1 Don’t run, screaming, into the woods x2 Don’t run, screaming, into the woods x3
We need you.
The sooner you cut this woe is me sh!t the sooner we can move forward
I AM TRYING.
AND IF YOU SAY ONE MORE THING ABOUT YOUR FATHE-
YES! I UNDERSTAND, THANK YOU
I love you too, damn it.
Get more exercise. I worked out at least three times this past week and it may be the only reason I had it in me to do this. I have missed being here. I missed you, maybe. Whatever.
Hopefully there will be something pleasant in the weekend for you. The last few weeks have been crazy, I’ve had to take some mental health time, keeping all of the updated all the time is a little overwhelming for a guy who never really liked social media. Blogging is my favorite￼.
Don’t wanna talk about politics don’t wanna talk about COVID- GO!
Oh, hey I got rejected by an agent but I did get a response, WHICH MADE ME WANT THEM MORE. It felt like less than 12 hours, I hope that was a good thing.
Tonight was bad. I already vented on Twitter. Basically, I bombed so bad tonight it wan’t funny. I mean I wasn’t funny.
Everyone else was. Everyone else did well. Special thanks to the Host, Beth, who was amazing. Opening was good.
That old mother fucker came right at you and your keywords didn’t he, bitch? Yes, he did.
That other bearded queer was funny, wasn’t he? Yes.
It was so bad. It was so bad.
I had about 60 seconds of control and BOOP, gone.
My set was trash.
It has been clear to me for a while I need to have an Instagram or a Facebook, I chose Instagram. I left Instagram a couple of years ago when they kept calling me a “DILF”. He’s sensitive. So, I am on Instagram, now, we will see what good it does me.
I’m not angry and anyone’s else success,
That being said,
I hated that.
The audience was GONE!
I AM BEHAVING.
I NEVER ASKED TO GO LAST!
I AM BEHAVING.
I am going to calm down and rewatch The Northman.
There was no LIQUOR!
WHO DOES THAT???
GOODNIGHT, TONIGHT IS THE NORTHMAN HEADED STRAIGHT INTO MATERNAL INSTINCTS and THE BITTER SUITE and that’s it.
I did see it all and I thought I had a grip on my nerves. It was an off night.
I know next time will be better.
A few hours ago when I got home I felt something welling up and I ended up getting something on camera
Yes- It was real.
Go to sleep. To the sound of my Shame
LAP IT UP.
I’m sorry. Not your fault.
Will you play with my hair so bitch can rest? FUCK!
I’m working on a new look. Most of my life I’ve just thrown on clothes.
When you grow up as poor as I did it is complicated. There was never money for clothes and every time I was allowed to pick something it was criticized so hard I never learned to trust my instincts, which are on point.
Last week I found a shirt that reminds me of a 90’s shirt, specially the color.
I love this shirt, I found it online. (Amazon)
How cute is this???
I wore it on stage last night, so, now, I can wear it anytime.
I know tank tops are for younger people, I cannot help what looks good on my frame. i used to hate people my age and older wearing tank tops. I get it, just trying to look good.
It it were up to me I’d always wear a suit.
Be good to yourself. People are rough enough without leaving openings for them. You’re allowed to look good.
Tonight, was better than the last time I went up. The nerves were on my freaking head the entire day. Up until today it wasn’t clear to me when I’d go back. It was so bad last time.
Everyone who was up there was a regular and I REALLY liked that feeling. Two people who were usually there were absent, which was a bummer.
Everyone did well tonight. It was nice. The audience seemed to want to laugh, which always helps.
One guy talked to another performer’s date.
The oldest guy probably did better than I’ve ever seen him perform.
This time when I got up, I immediately zoned out- which was a comfort. When I can’t see anyone from the stage it means I’m doing alright.
I started with a dirty joke. I ended with some shaky prop work. The last joke was not great but, yes, they “got me”.
Afterward, I left the bar and tried to calm down. I didn’t want to just leave tonight for some reason, maybe I wanted to bask in the company. It felt good.
There was another comic I liked, I tried to pay them a compliment, and looking back I think I fucked it up. Moving on. I told him I thought he was good and he said, “Oh, you’re a comic.” Says the person who didn’t see me perform. He wasn’t in the room, he was outside, I don’t think it was shade.
I said, “Yes.” Might have been a little offended but I didn’t mean to be.
Someone else asked if my Husband and I were “together” but in a super awkward way- Straight men are tragic. I am behaving because he was cute. He literally said are you two, and made a hand motion, with the fingers locked. (He makes some jokes I don’t care for but the way straight men misunderstand their homosexual brothers.) it was not great but I’ve been oblivious to other peoples emotions or the impression Im making so, there we are.
Husband was amused, He said, “Say it, you can say it” it was so hot. Yes, we are. THAT. Later, I watched him tell a lie which was hotter.
There was a very cute moment where two comics got to talking and everyone was having a great time for just a minute, and it was great.
This time, I wanted to talk about poverty, that’s not really where it went.
About halfway through the evening , it occurred to me that I needed a drink. Thankfully, I listened and got one. I didn’t know if it would work. When I got up on stage, I wasn’t sure I had the crowd until they laughed at the first joke.
Tonight was good, it wasn’t the best, but better than last time.
I really don’t like it when people ask me how long I’ve been performing when my Father was a hardass alcoholic- forever. The answer is always. If not for Papa Bear then for the Church, until I left church at 16. The difference is that now I can say what I think is funny. It’s all the same. I’m behaving.
One guy gave me an unsolicited critique . I didn’t like him before and I don’t like him now, even though he did say something nice. I guess, whatever. I don’t hate him or anything. The person he was with told me I was funny, but whatever.
I try to be kind to people I’m not “thrilled about”, most of the time I can’t.
I told her that he was funnier than he came across tonight. Not that he needed it, just a kind gesture. He wasn’t there for that, came around the corner and WHAM- “You’re a little off” then “but you’re good.”
…. Thank You.
But I’m a fucked up person who needs a critique. That’s what I get for being good.
I’m not crazy about him, he reminds me of my Father, without the charisma, but I am behaving.
Another guy tried to film and the crowd did not like it. They slowed down the moment he got onstage and no one responded to the greeting. No one wants to help someone else succeed. That’s what the reaction felt like. Just an observation.
I sure think people should be better to each other, but what the fuck would I know?
**And I wasn’t throwing shade by going to the bathroom during some sets, a bitch was trying not to break down sobbing, it was not great. I hate missing anything.**
Love you Guys, I’m about to try and chill out. Please have a good rest of this week.
If you are a regular guest mine, in this space, I appreciate the shit out of you. Thank you so much.
I ate it so hard tonight… undeniable shit show tonight.
I don’t know what happened, except maybe that I wasn’t balanced, if you understand.
Twice now my instincts told me not to go up, and I did it anyway, and twice I went down in flames.
Hey, fun fact, I am a solid performer, but I am not someone who has access to all of “It” anytime I “want to”.
What I mean is that just because I can do many things it doesn’t mean that I can channel it all whenever I like.
Today I sang something and said, “Oh I sound great.” Which never happens, I should’ve been warned.
Speaking is the one that is easiest to do; not tonight it wasn’t. One of the only laughs I got was from humming. It was a terror burp, I was pulling up nothing.
So, I am up there, I make a joke I didn’t want anyone to laugh at, they all did.
I said, “Insurrectionists, make some no-o-o-ise” and they all did. I was hoping for nothing, it was a test. It was a test.
I had them for about three jokes, about 30 seconds, and lost them.
I kept going, trying to be as real as possible, as that is the best stuff for me.
I went dark immediately…and they did not like it.
Things that affected my performance-
My bowels are affected by anxiety and on show day its always terrible.
Thank you. Today was parshitularly bad. I thought it was a fart, it wasn’t a fart.
Moving on. I spent the whole night thinking I was going to terror-blast-shit. all night.
I hated my outfit. I looked good last time. I opted out of repeating outfits. I have sworn a blood curse upon those low-rise jeans. I wore my old, safety outfit. It was bland, even by my standards. I CANNOT GO ON STAGE LOOKING LIKE SHIT. I can’t. I hate shopping! I HATE SHOPING FOR CLOTHES! LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. TOMORROW! Fuck that hurt.
They were ready to go with me, too, and I just fucking missed it. Last time, it was due to being intoxicated, this time it was due to being sober. It makes sense and it doesn’t make sense.
It was terrible, it was fucking terrible.
Something happened where the things I described were no longer funny to me. They were, but only in the darkest way and no one felt what I was saying.
I tried to retreat into my anger, but since my anxiety was jacked to hell it came out real AND, NO ONE GOT THE JOKE.
I said some super dark, real shit up there and usually it scores- NOTHING. Because I couldn’t get my mind right.
I felt it beforehand but there’s nothing you can do about it.
I got a lot of shit from the audience, and I tried to play back, but, no one got it (and it wasn’t great anyway).
Pretty much told them to shut the fuck up while I was talking.
I thought I’d get them back with the dark marriage joke but they didn’t think that was funny. Not being mean, there were no couples by then.
Some mean queen with blonde hair practically sat in my husband’s lap throwing something away-AND THEN LEFT BEFORE I COULD USE IT ON STAGE! Him leaving might have made me the maddest, I knew I could use that to be better and the son of a bitch left me standing there. I wanted to make his hateful ass laugh and then ignore him, but whatever.
I HATE IT!
WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK?
So, right before I went on, two tables full of people left.
Wap! Gone! 8 people. 8 people… 8 people left.
And I started getting shit from the balcony.
NO PEOPLE DOWNSTAIRS AND A PACKED BALCONY IS FUCKED. JUST SO, YOU KNOW.
I couldn’t see them, they ALL tried to get at me at once.
It was terrible.
I have some devastatingly hilarious footage of my Husband reenacting the crash.
It was so bad. No grace. Absolutely none. At first, we were bantering then it became heckling I tried shut it down and none of it was working, I couldn’t get it together and that is just how it was.
The problem at that point was I was trying to be funny.
The whole thing was supposed to be funny and none of it was.
No one was even there, you’d think it would be easier, it was not. I had nothing. I know it’s there but it’s like it might as well not be there.
You learn nothing from success, that thought occurred to me earlier today.
It was a bad day.
I’m not going to feel better until I win. That is the truth. It is fucked up for me. Excuse my language- Balance is a Motherfucker.
None of this will keep me from going back, I am so aggravated.
Damn that was terrible.
I can’t perform without an audience. The only time I can call it up is for an audience, and when I can’t do that I am lost. And I cannot switch gears and say, BE FUNNY IN A MUSICAL WAY, BITCH!!!, nothing.
If I let my anxiety go unchecked, it is as dangerous as being drunk.
Fuck me. He is hopeless. Fantastic.
There was no reason, sometimes the stress overcomes me. I know I need more practice. I did everything I could to ensure my success with my superstitious ass and none of it saved me. My nerves are a real thing, usually I can drive them just above where they are fueling my ride, and then sometimes I cannot get on my surfboard, and it turns into whitewater rafting, and you just keep your nose and toes up and hope.
You’d think I’d take comfort in the fact that I am talented, unfortunately, that is not who I am.
Worst night, so far, at least the last time failing is blurry because of the BOOZE,
I DON’T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT.
Oh MY GOD, I forgot that right before I went on stage, I didn’t properly lock the bathroom door and some person just came in when I was in there. OOPS!
I AM DONE WITH TODAY.
If you’re out there being what you are, don’t stop. Bombing sucks, you’ll be alright.
For reference I felt like I did the best I ever did last time.
You’ll win again.
Me? I’m going to eat this coffee ice cream and zone out to some Xena Warrior Princess.
Probably Ten Little Warlords
I prefer the Success Insomnia, I do not like this.
My insomnia is bucking like it always does this time of year.
We both kind of hate spring. You think late winter is bleak but I hate the heat.
Summer will be better. I’ve had a wheeze since COVID and all I can think of is right now how to alleviate the embarrassing thing. Freaking loud breather.
It’s hard to keep up with everything. I’m tired of being poor.
I’m going in a new direction and it has been wonderful.
I had an appointment for my shoulder yesterday and I’ve been in low gear trying to keep from irritating it further. Nothing new, fingers crossed, had a decent experience at the doctors, which was refreshing. Since I had an appointment I couldn’t sleep Monday, then last night, I thought I might be performing tonight but at about 2 A.M. I realized there was no way. I slept about 5 hours today between 8AM-1PM.
I am not good a relaxing. It takes as much practice for me as exercise, maybe more.
Had some very good tea a little while ago.
This year I may have been more productive career wise than ever before. I just wish my body wasn’t so frumpy.
I’m alright, it is not easy to maintain balance between Health, Mind, and Work. I sure wish my PARENTS HAD BEEN RICH. Feel like this might be easier somehow.
Anyway, that’s the story of why I can’t do overhead lifts anymore, probably.
Up until this time in my life I have been interested in strength only. I’m going to be switching gears into something superior. Yoga, Cardio, Swimming.
I am naturally muscular and I think it’s time to focus on function so I can remain upright.
I’ve been neglecting my self care for a while now and it didn’t really notice it until recently. I was so stressed on a regular basis that it has shown up as physical symptoms. Living with chronic pain is no fun.
Sleep helps😴. Which is what I should be doing🥱 but I wanted to give you something, any little thing I could.🥴
Ready to be back in Dream World.💋
Take Care of Yourself. 🌹
PS- I am loving the sun this year. I have spent so much of my life out of the sunshine that my human body said, “…if you don’t go outside, Bitch.” The sun and the ocean are doing so much for me this year.
I have no alibi, I will not be answering questions at this time.
It’s chaos. His mind is chaos.
I heard somewhere that as people age they start hating music that is current and I said, No, thank you. Music is inherently good, it’s just terrible artists. You know what I mean. Its weird what makes you.
You don’t tell anyone what I did, and I won’t send those pictures–What I meant to say was- “Nothing.”.
Yesterday, I had to do some driving. Last Night, I had a crazy dream. Here we go.
So, the trip I took yesterday involved a lot of back roads.
At the opening of the dream, the sky was sunless but not full dark.
In this dream, I could run really fast. What I am telling you is that I was running on the road next to cars and shit. Yes, on the interstate, AND it wasn’t odd because there were other people doing it. It was very Kung-Fu Hustle. I remember being very careful merging. The off ramps were fun.
The landscape by then was all dark and starry. It was a mix of rolling hills and mountains in the distance. It was very pretty, like Tennessee can be.
Ok, so after a while, I am solo on the open road, which is nice but after a while I get lonesome. Right as I am wondering why am I heading in this direction, I crest a hill that has mountains to each side. At the top of this hill I see the Moon, bigger than I have ever seen it. Beyond me is a city that is wedged into a mountain pass.
It was so cute, I love places like that. Just into the civilization I see a building (on the left) and go toward it like a bird who can sense where it’s going.
The building looked like a mix of a luxurious Japanese townhouse and a modern home. It was big, and square, the exterior was all dark wood and glass, the floor was all concrete.
This house was gorgeous.
The door was unlocked, as these things are in dreams, so I went inside. The entry room was separate from the parlor. The entry room was small and rectangular, the door on one side and a glass door into the house. I stepped into the parlor.
Something told me to dance so I just started dancing. It looked more like Tai Chi, but a bitch is not complaining. There wasn’t direct moonlight but enough residual moonlight for me to cast shadows.
So, what happened next is the weird part, stay with me.
I’m having fun in this house I walked into, and a man emerges from a hallway to the right. Older, Asian, Attractive. He was wearing a dark house robe.
He looked incredulous…but in an entertained way? I don’t know. I can’t explain it.
I was SO FREAKED OUT. I said, You need to leave, now. And that is exactly what happened. Burning with shame I headed out the way I had come.
WHY WOULD I ASSUME THAT BECAUSE IT IS UNLOCKED THAT IT IS “OPEN”?
He stepped towards me, but not in anger, or at least, not entirely. I could tell that when he moved toward me it wasn’t aggressive, more curious, but I was so ashamed I had gone in someone else’s house without permission (IN MY OWN DREAM) that I couldn’t get out fast enough. Maybe he wanted to talk, maybe he wanted to kill me, maybe both, I wasn’t brave enough to stand there and find out. There was this panic that I had better get back to the other side of those doors, or else, and so I did, quick.
Yeah, I don’t know either. That one was fun, and stressful. Sorry, Mister. That was unintentional, why I thought a place so pretty would be vacant in today’s market, I do not know. I guess I wasn’t thinking.
First off, let me say, Sorry for the absence of any decent content in so long.
He is in charge of a frozen continent and sometimes the waters surrounding this bitch get choppy. You are welcome here, and I am glad to have you.
Today is as good as any to shit on Easter, right?-To just swing wide on a rant? FABULOUS. Because I am doing it.
We don’t do religious holidays in Chantarctica. But if we did, Easter is still off limits.
I am a bit of a purist. I prefer the original. When you take over all the good holidays how could you not succeed? Oh, that one hurts. Unlearning takes time. Because just wishing someone a happy Solstice or Happy Spring or Happy (FREAKING) HARVEST isn’t enough even though most of you live in farming communities, AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! (The Church is only another weight to you. Church is no way to overcome poverty or build confidence. Everything comes from outside yourself and can therefore be taken from you the minute popular opinion shifts, and I am only talking about my people.)
I’m genuinely sorry for the last part, Easter and Christmas get me riled up. No one has fun anymore, like no fun was ever had and everyone wonders why this planet is so dreadful.
We get to Purge Night once a year, on New Year’s Eve, and that isIT!
And we should call Christmas “Winter” instead.
Holidays are complicated for me. Holidays weren’t spent the way they should be spent until I started my own family. Yesterday was one of the best Holidays we ever spent together, and it was so simple. We never left the house, and I never felt the need too. It was us, and we had family over, it couldn’t have been better. We ate early and didn’t overdo it, which is hard because we are fat Americans, but we managed not to overeat.
Grammarly is out of my price range for the next two weeks and that’s just how “it is”. What I am saying is- Forgive a sloppy bitch, thank you. Everybody typos… and he is not the best speller and never pretended otherwise, thank you. And I am using Word, now.
Here we go-
Easter was a pagan holiday that was appropriated by the church to sell more WWJD bracelets to virgins.–I’m sorry! What I meant to say was- Easter was “coopted” by Christians to drain what little joy was left in the world and diarrhea upon it-
Fine… Easter is whatever you want it to be. And I’m sorry I was mean. I really, really hate that they took the joy out of it, and if you know what I am talking about…. I’m behaving. Rabbits. I don’t hate Christians, I resent the way they treated me personally.
I was a pagan before I was Christian, I converted, and I disavowed said conversion. I’m a pagan again and I don’t think people have fun anymore and it leads to more hell (agnostic? I don’t fucking know, none of it matters.) Some people aren’t spiritual or introspective, I probably dwell on it too much. It doesn’t matter.
Cut to me- watching the Little Mermaid Television Show and trying not to fucking consider our shared circumstances.
I hope you are all safe and full.
You know who was low key stud material? The Seaclops in Season One, Episode 16- Calliope Dreams. Maybe not even low key, maybe flat-out. I will not be taking questions at this time.
Grandpa Neptune would roll over in his grave, is what he’d do! (I’m behaving! That joke is specific to the episode. Just a little something for you… No, I will not explain it, thank you.)
Please have a good week.
So internet, cave house, fresh water…(?) There is never anything to eat because I am a former obese person, but you can bring whatever you like.
Steam Cave. We need a steam cave that won’t murder the shit out of us or blow the fuck up. It’s a process. And internet only in certain areas because a bitch isn’t stupid. Thank You. You’re not allowed to die, thank you.
Not that you ever ask, but I’m doing great, thank you. Call your Mother.
If you get that joke we should be friends. hit me up.
And Clover Valley Jesus. (Ugh.) hate Eli. I’m sorry. Hate him hate him hate him, I’m sorry. There are some very racist episodes of Xena Warrior Princess….. Like that blackface (blackface?) episode of the Golden Girls. Later. It is important but it’s late…. Mixed Blessings-! That is the name of the episode.