||[Feb. 3rd, 2007|06:08 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
|||||gary numan-the life machine||]|
I bought a new dress and three packages of bleach so I could be fabulous 60ish albino, and then I got ill, so no partying for me… These last days I’ve been coughing up a million buckets of flem and drinking tea. Had to leave early from work on Friday. Stumbled and hit my head on one of the cubicles in the lady’s, very elegant. Unfortunately there was know one to witness it. After that I decided that my health was a lot more important than money. Blah blah, I hope you’re all having a grate time, and at least my mother makes me porridge and stuff, down side is I don’t have much of an appetite.
Been having these insane fever induced dreams though:
Thursday night I was kind of sure that I was on a show called the Worlds Sickest Supermodels. I had to stik it out and get my temperature up and up to win it. Yes, I was drop dying gorgeous. (Been watching a lot of ANTM on youtube.)
This night I dreamt I was out to buy a pet with Ida, in the beginning everything was normal exept the store was huge. Ida loves pet window shopping, she’s the poor mans Paris Hilton. I usually tag along because she wants me to, and besides it’s like a free trip to the zoo. I would however never buy a pet, don’t have the time or the desire. This time though I ended up buying a kitten sized hippopotamus, very cute, and even though I knew I would have to donate it to a zoo when it got older I was thrilled about my new status as a pet owner. I had forgotten to ask how one would go about caring for a hippopotamus though so I did my best and improvised, when I woke up the next morning the thing was lifeless and than it turned into a stuffed animal and got all hard and stuff. This was obviously some sort of error of the stores so I got one a boat to get a new hippopotamus. I don’t remember the rest… fortunately. If I was ever to have a pet it would defiantly be a petit hippo, or a panda... or a chimp.
[HP book and movie this summer, hurray in a big bad nerdy way]