In dreams I'm a real souse
Sep. 22nd, 2009 11:01 amGoodness how I love my subconcious.
You know how good dreams always seem be over in the blink of an eye, and you're frustrated when you wake up?
Well I've been hanging with Dean Martin all night. I remember looking at the clock and thinking "Jesus I have to stop drinking soon, this is a school night!" but then I woke up rested and all OHHH YEAH.

Don't pretend you don't envy me my awesome dreams.
And tonight's the Dan Fägerquist concert! You remember; that Swedish dude who interprets Vystotsky's music. This time I'll try not to write a gigantic entry afterwards about how I finally for once can see the truth and beauty of life and et cetera. But I can't promise anything.
You know how good dreams always seem be over in the blink of an eye, and you're frustrated when you wake up?
Well I've been hanging with Dean Martin all night. I remember looking at the clock and thinking "Jesus I have to stop drinking soon, this is a school night!" but then I woke up rested and all OHHH YEAH.

Don't pretend you don't envy me my awesome dreams.
And tonight's the Dan Fägerquist concert! You remember; that Swedish dude who interprets Vystotsky's music. This time I'll try not to write a gigantic entry afterwards about how I finally for once can see the truth and beauty of life and et cetera. But I can't promise anything.