I woke up this morning so aggravated and absolutely frustrated out of my mind from a dream i had. I ranted to tim about it over a cup of coffee, and now i'm djing to an empty (B & tim) house, sort of mellowing out...allow me to back track.
9:30 AM alarm goes off. wake up...fuck it, imma still tired. I busted my butt last night being a sexy commando bitch and then ended up falling into bed and passing out, so i pass out again. 10 AM alarm goes off. fuck it i'm so comfortable and warm and....snonk, out again. when i wake up around 11:15 for the third and final time, as i open my eyes all i can do is open my mouth and let out a long, loud yell slash groan because the dream i was having made me wake up on the edge of my emotions.
So this dream... I'm in my house, I come home and go upstairs only to find this blond chick has laid claim over my room while I was out, and all my stuff is gone. wtf. so where is my room now? the bathroom. toilet is gone, my bed is in the tub, and my rubber ducks are sitting on the mirror pathetically staring back at me. what the shit! so i storm down the stairs to go talk to someone and get this shit straightened out (because not only is my room now the bathroom, where the fuck do we put the toilet?!) so i march into the kitchen only to find that the only person i can confront with my growing rage is someone's GRANDMOTHER sitting at the kitchen table, who is flabbergasted by my upset. well fuck, I can't bitch at an old lady.... so I exit through the back door and make my way down the path to shithaus.
so... apparently shithaus was holding a massive party but i wasn't invited--que another bubble of frustration: not only can I not find my roommates, everyone here is in the best mood ever and drunk. two things that my dream self are absolutely not.
so I go back to my townhouse preparing to kick this blond bitch's ass to the curb and re-claim my room only to discover that one of my roommates is indeed home, and is for some ungodly reason hosting a family gathering out of our flat.
so grandma is joined by aunts and uncles and cheek-pinchers and bratty little kids all up in my space.....and I still don't know where to put the one and only toilet (the downstairs bathroom was a coat room...)
so now my aggravated dream self just wants to smoke a bowl and bitch at someone and can't because of all this strange polite company. so I go next door, but everyone except armourtime is out. I talk to dream armourtime, and all he can say is "dude, I just got back, i have no fucking idea"
my 11:30 ish alarm goes off, punctuated by my own howl and immediate urge to throw things across the room. Good thing pillows aren't breakable.
now i'm on my second cup of coffee and feel a little less pent-up ragey about the whole imaginative ordeal. but what the fuck. its not even as though there was any real life problem going on, and i'm still SO ANGRY.
mom?
9:30 AM alarm goes off. wake up...fuck it, imma still tired. I busted my butt last night being a sexy commando bitch and then ended up falling into bed and passing out, so i pass out again. 10 AM alarm goes off. fuck it i'm so comfortable and warm and....snonk, out again. when i wake up around 11:15 for the third and final time, as i open my eyes all i can do is open my mouth and let out a long, loud yell slash groan because the dream i was having made me wake up on the edge of my emotions.
So this dream... I'm in my house, I come home and go upstairs only to find this blond chick has laid claim over my room while I was out, and all my stuff is gone. wtf. so where is my room now? the bathroom. toilet is gone, my bed is in the tub, and my rubber ducks are sitting on the mirror pathetically staring back at me. what the shit! so i storm down the stairs to go talk to someone and get this shit straightened out (because not only is my room now the bathroom, where the fuck do we put the toilet?!) so i march into the kitchen only to find that the only person i can confront with my growing rage is someone's GRANDMOTHER sitting at the kitchen table, who is flabbergasted by my upset. well fuck, I can't bitch at an old lady.... so I exit through the back door and make my way down the path to shithaus.
so... apparently shithaus was holding a massive party but i wasn't invited--que another bubble of frustration: not only can I not find my roommates, everyone here is in the best mood ever and drunk. two things that my dream self are absolutely not.
so I go back to my townhouse preparing to kick this blond bitch's ass to the curb and re-claim my room only to discover that one of my roommates is indeed home, and is for some ungodly reason hosting a family gathering out of our flat.
so grandma is joined by aunts and uncles and cheek-pinchers and bratty little kids all up in my space.....and I still don't know where to put the one and only toilet (the downstairs bathroom was a coat room...)
so now my aggravated dream self just wants to smoke a bowl and bitch at someone and can't because of all this strange polite company. so I go next door, but everyone except armourtime is out. I talk to dream armourtime, and all he can say is "dude, I just got back, i have no fucking idea"
my 11:30 ish alarm goes off, punctuated by my own howl and immediate urge to throw things across the room. Good thing pillows aren't breakable.
now i'm on my second cup of coffee and feel a little less pent-up ragey about the whole imaginative ordeal. but what the fuck. its not even as though there was any real life problem going on, and i'm still SO ANGRY.
mom?
