for other dreams, see previous entry.

after deciding that i shall draw, ii promise that, as stated above, i shall draw. not just stalk around lauren's page wondering why me no draw dat good. i mean it this time, i really do.

but seriously. here's another one of my crazy batshit dreams. i intend to fill a book with them. i'm gonna post them all on da, too. be happy

the jock itch: i was in this store, and it was practicly bare, except for a couple of racks and bins with stuff in them. i was with this tall guy i used to know named raymond, and we were browing around. he pointed into a bin, which was filled with cheap white chocolate called 'just a sec'. all the bars were wrapped in clear plastic and had two gold stickers on them each: one read their name, the other said 'british.' i shook my head at ray, indicating 'no effing way'. then there was this rack of little baggies with cardboard labels in that dollar-storish way. the bags were filled with moldy brean, and even had little buggs hoppin' around in em. 'um, no thanks.' i said aloud. i turned away, and ray, being as clumsy as he is, said 'uh-oh. uh, meg?' 'what?' 'I DROPPED THE JOCK ITCH! run!!!' then all the little bugs came flooding out of the baggy and chased me.


wooooopee