Originally Posted by Ruth Price
basically i'm gonna hi-jack your thread now.
I had the coolest dream.
Some old dude was laying on the ground, he was chasing me and someone else because we were threatening to invoke some sort of.. new-age jesus revolution by reading aloud these tarot books we found in a rundown book store.
So we're in a bookstore, and we just assume he's some old dead ****. and he says "The problem with living forever is, what happens to the body".
and he looked pretty pasty to begin with, then he ****ing rips off his face and reveals an Indiana Jones sort of muddy flesh rotten corpse with a huge dislocated jaw, and he started grabbing us and screaming and dripping his juices on us and stuff. gross. I eventually punched the old **** up and his head fell off.
Glad to see you're back to you old ways, Ruthy. I had been concerned by recent posts by the distinct lack of violence and necrophilia.
Lexy, I'll no doubt be unemployed in three years' time with my philosophy and english degree, so your picture has extra resonance for me.
I'm going to hijack my own thread now by talking about the happy moment of the day. Well, there were two. The first was the vegetarian/vegan cafe that I love, the second was seeing my favourite person ever, the one-armed guitar player in town.
Manhattan, I remember being so traumatised on my 10th birthday. I was thinking "it's all downhill from here."
My friend has left 50 white envelopes in my room. The person who can think of something I can do with them wins FIRST PRIZE