i had a dream last night that robert downey jr. was like peter pan and could fly in an old fashioned white nightgown. then he died in a projection booth and was then brought back to life by some booth scientists that soaked him in crazy goo, face down, in the corner on the floor. when we came back to life he kissed me really nice like. ahhh dreams.
this 20th anniversary simpsons special ON ICE, is pretty great. smiles.
so i'm kinda in love with this guys right now:
the drums in this remind me of this and how truley amazing it makes me feel:
alright, so i'm heading back to the london town almost 10 year exactly to the date from when i last went. this time, i'm dragging the boyfriend along for christmas, since the silly guy is 30 and never been out of the country. we are plannig away at the thing. fun shit. brits.
i hate snoring.
terry gilliams has done it again by the way, if you haven't seen dr. p get to the theatre like right now, cause you can see heath ledger try and kill himself again, or wait, that's not sounding right, but you'll understand when you go. ha
i'm hungry, wait no thirsty.
sorry i haven't posted in a long time, been busy and no one reads it except kick ass kayla and pretty boy popkoff. now you two sound like a street gang. YEAH!!
kisses
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