Unequivocally the best dream ever
Charming picture isn’t it?This is fairly irrelevent in the grand scheme of things but I’ve had the most wonderful dream ever. Last night, or day rather as I’m quite the nocturnal soul, I dreamt I was still stuck in high school and was waiting outside on my skateboard for a ride. And then randomly Paris fucking Hilton comes over to me and says something in that dumb fucking voice. Said something vapid and absurd, and before I knew it I was beating the ever-loving shit out of her. She was whimpering and I kept laughing maniacally, as if I really had a score to settle, as if I didn’t just think she was an annoying twat. I picked her head up by her hair and bashed it into the pavement and then into my knee, and then stood up and kicked her until she limped off. I laughed and lit up a cigarette, perching casually on a brick ledge that was simply meant for gloating mentally over bashing the shit out of some spoiled rich bitch. Then Nicole Ritchie came up and asked me where I got the scratches on my arm. I looked down to see struggled scratches and red marks all over my arms and some on my legs. I laughed it off and said, “I beat the piss out of Paris Hilton and I could snap you like a tree, so get the fuck out of here before I do it you motherfucker!!” And she ran. Then I woke up and smiled, wondering where all that animosity came from. Not able to figure it out quickly enough I curled up with my gigantic stuffed lion and wondered if I read too many gossip rags.
~she~
