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May. 7th, 2003 04:50 pmTired of your ideas being shot down in flames? Join the RAF and you can be, too! (in response to RAF 'careers' recruitment ad on the side of a taxi)
My dreams have recently included a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
painispretty who was not only a fully fledged vampire (cross between Buffy and V:TM style), but also a half-demon and living under my roof as my sister. I'm not sure what that said about me, although I do think she was meant to be adopted. Classic exchange: Del: "Aren't you going to try and save my soul or something?" Me: "I thought you didn't have a soul." Del: "Good point." Last night's dream was about two aliens like the ones out of Childhood's End who had adopted me. One of them was completely insane and amongst other things took potshots at me through the bathroom door with a rifle-range type gun shooting 1cm-diameter ball bearings. The other one was calmer but mostly amused by the first's antics. There was some vague nonsense about using magic, as well, but that only made sense when dream-logic was in force.
The events of real life have been a lot more boring, and my random mood switch appears to have been set to 'depressed', which isn't much fun. As you lot were too lazy to help me out, I've written a bunch of utter dreck for the yearbook which doesn't even make coherent sense; I guess it serves the purpose of having something embarrassing by my name to cringe at in years to come, though. Now I just need to sort out photographs.
My dreams have recently included a
painispretty who was not only a fully fledged vampire (cross between Buffy and V:TM style), but also a half-demon and living under my roof as my sister. I'm not sure what that said about me, although I do think she was meant to be adopted. Classic exchange: Del: "Aren't you going to try and save my soul or something?" Me: "I thought you didn't have a soul." Del: "Good point." Last night's dream was about two aliens like the ones out of Childhood's End who had adopted me. One of them was completely insane and amongst other things took potshots at me through the bathroom door with a rifle-range type gun shooting 1cm-diameter ball bearings. The other one was calmer but mostly amused by the first's antics. There was some vague nonsense about using magic, as well, but that only made sense when dream-logic was in force.The events of real life have been a lot more boring, and my random mood switch appears to have been set to 'depressed', which isn't much fun. As you lot were too lazy to help me out, I've written a bunch of utter dreck for the yearbook which doesn't even make coherent sense; I guess it serves the purpose of having something embarrassing by my name to cringe at in years to come, though. Now I just need to sort out photographs.
