strange raymi dream
fil got new socks and lined them up like the blair witch project on my pillow wtf? or like a cat presenting a dead bird. am i your owner fil?
THRILLSVILLE!
Hey Miss!
This is your anxiety friend writing. I hope you are doing well, and the soon to be springtime is making things all the better.
I had to write you because I had a fucked up dream that you appeared in last night that I am still laughing about…
(side note for this story for it to make sense, here is some background info: I worked at a weightloss camp for overweight teens one summer. I was writing one of my campers an email last night before bed, and also read your blog before logging off)
And here is the dream!
I am back at fatcamp, and someone put roofies in all the fatcamper’s water bottles. Then, said person put rats in everyone’s bed. Said person then blogged about it and it was YOU!
Ha!
Be well,
Jenny
fat kids and roofies? do i want to picture that?
no. no i do not.
speaking of socks, do you guys shop at MEC ever? Check out any socks made by Wigwam; they will blow your fricking mind dude.
what is MEC?
Mountain Equipment Co-Op. Expensive, but a lot of their stuff is high quality: http://www.mec.ca/splash.jsp
Wigwam hiker socks are incredibly comfortable. I wear them all the time. Your feet will thank you.
hee hee
Mountain Equipment Co-Op
oh man you guys should go on a date
hahaha wanna play matchmaker, raymi? you’d probably be good at it
Yeah, and we can wear matching socks.
I swear by socks featuring stripes, pictures, and fun patterns. no plains, except for those intended for gymming in.
those sock photos and your captions made me laugh SO hard. i actually have tears in my eyes.
Nice socks Raymi. I just like wearing black socks though (the emo in me) but on Fridays I wear red socks! What does that mean?
Archeologists were discussing this find: “The hieroglyphs on her Gucci bag say her name was Raymi. If we can date this correctly, she has been lying in her sarcophagus for…hours now, since 6 a.m. yesterday…”
Awww, but your fat camp dream triggered MY dream about fat-campers being the soldiers storming Omaha Beach in SAVING PRIVATE RYAN. Only in this dream the bullets zip through the water, take pieces of their fat flabby flesh off until the ocean looks like the wonton soup I had at Chung Wah’s last night…