Last night, I dreamt that Lon Shapiro and Victoria Easterday and Tremaine L. Loadholt and H. Nemesis Nyx and Jennifer Brown and Oliver Shiny and Charlotte Franklin and Ezinne Ukoha and Jules and I know there were more of you there, out in cyberspace with me…
anyway I dreamed that it was Gutbloom’s birthday and we all mailed him a pinata.
a plethora of pinatas
that’s what Gutbloom got.
So happy dream birthday, hope you enjoyed your dream pinatas.
I’m going to book an extra therapy session this week, because I’m having dreams about people I’ve never met…
I need to get outside. Now.
That being said, Sir Gutbloom…I do have this shirt, belonging to the man who broke my spirit and crushed my soul. I have not had the strength to throw it out (he really loved this shirt), but I can’t bear to look at it either. If you want it, let me know. I am looking for a good home for Jefe’s shirt (yes, his name was Jeff).
It’s clean and in excellent condition. Just pretend it came from the thrift shop. :)