25 posts tagged “sleepy”
1) I am devastated that Susan Miller hasn't updated with my December horoscope yet. It's like she doesn't post them until she knows I've paid my rent, which is something I guess I'll have to do tomorrow. Fuck. Thanks, Susan. Thanks a lot. I thought you said I have Pluto in my sign for 15 years. I thought that meant something to you.
2) I have a meeting with MTV tomorrow. I figured I probably shouldn't blog about it, but then I was like "They would have told you not to blog about it if you weren't allowed to and they know they're working with loud-mouth bloggers and internet assholes, right?" So yeah, that's what I'm doing tomorrow. And I'm nervous. Not for the meeting, but for the waking up in the morning part. I don't like getting out of bed and I hate showering in the morning even more. Double whammy! Anyway, I think MTV is pretty mainstream exciting. That's something people back home will be pumped to read. MTV, you guys. Like Pimp My Ride and shit.
3) I have blown about remembering fantastical creature updates. I will try and do better this month.
The fact that I only thought about giving her the PM for about .5 seconds is my shining achievement in good-personhood this year. I mean, when you boil it down, like really... I kinda prevented a drug related car crash that night, you guys. That's like that show, Early Edition. But with catty broads. If you ignore me going to jail for drugging someone.
We've been snoozing together. Mom (me!) is dead and Wags is always tired because he weighs seven pounds.
I slept until one in the afternoon today. The guilt is killing me.
It's not as though I haven't been responding to emails since I finally opened my eyes, but being that lazy is disgusting and boarder line unforgivable to me. I also probably fucked myself over for the next week, because this will likely be a pattern until I take the time to break it by staying up for 24 hours and passing out at a reasonable time the next day.
I'm like a dog. I need routine or everything gets messed up.
In other news: Get your CMJ mixtape on, kids.
Byeeee, Liver! You've been great.
My mom and I have to sleep in a room on a double bed that is next to another double bed in some room I've never been in before. When I check into this particular dream, my mom and I are already laying next to each other in bed and about to fall asleep. That's when I realize that in the next bed my ex boyfriend and his friend who happens to be gay are trying to fall asleep, too. It was awkward, but for some reason we either didn't want to or couldn't leave and get our own room or find different beds that were not near these guys.
So, I spend the night in that room and when I wake up (dream within a dream!) my ex boyfriend is giving his friend a handjob. So I look at him and say "[Redacted]! What the fuck are you doing?!?" I'm not upset because it turns out that my ex-boyfriend was probably jacking off his friend the whole time we were seeing each other, but because my poor mother is sleeping next to me and about three feet away from them.
At this point the friends crawls out of bed and runs to the bathroom. I'm left alone with my ex who I'm kind of having a stare down with. He has this genuine look of hurt on his face and he says "God, Molly. I was just doing what I had to do!" Then he stands up with the comforter wrapped around him like a cocoon and starts to walk out the door. Right before he leaves he turns to me and says "Beside, we've been over for awhile."
And I'm left laying there in bed wishing that I could explain that I'm more upset he was getting his friend off in the same room as my sleeping mother than I am about the implication that he was prostituting himself to his gay friend for God knows what.
I honestly have no interest in looking up the interpretation of this dream.
