i’m trying to remember whatever the fuck i dreamt about last nite but as i sat on the toilette this morning i forgot everything. i’m still dreaming about crazy vibrators five out of seven times a week. i have relatives in town taking over my room so didn’t feel like rushing home to sleep on a old lady couch. they’re gone for the day so i’ll stop by later, do my thing-thang and leave again.
i’m staying at the ho jo’s on erin mills parkway under missy miu room 113. come say hi.
