beautiful nightmares

my dreams frighten me. excite me. confuse me.

I have to make a conscious effort to not go to bed without watching something funny/happy or having a positive conversation, because it seems that whatever was last on my mind will be the subject of the most memorable dream.

go to bed mad? fuhgettaboutit.

last night’s shook me a bit, because like most of them, it felt so damn real. but I swear I didn’t have all this shit on my mind prior, so I’m not sure from whence it came.

a dream is a fantasy that I wish was reality? or maybe it just shows how easily a thought can blossom into a dream and it’s up to me to realize it?

or maybe I’m just crazy.

hehehe, “from whence it came.” who AM I?

chris.

Saturday morning, he woke up, went to the bathroom.

being the mischievous person that I am, I ran into his room, into his bed, under his covers. to hide.

"boo!"

nothing like seeing a 6'5" man get startled and run away on his tippy toes from the sight of a woman in his bed.

or maybe it was me.

"Jesus be a shrink"

but did u just type phrozen?

absolutely.

Jesus loves you.

that's all I got going for me right now

where's ur emmy?

Hello

Hey, how are you?

I'm fabulous, how're you?

I called because Beyoncé "Halo" came on the radio and I thought of you.

Haha

I can't believe I turned the song off. I didn't get it then but I get it now.

Well that's good. I'm glad.

Yeah, I wanna do better.

why i appreciate mr. full from da a

(12/12/2008 5:23:05 PM) susie: jeremyyyyyy
(5:23:05 PM) mr. full of it (AUTO REPLY) : Fuck this snow!

what blasphemy sounds like

watching Stomp The Yard, it's before the national competition, the VO is the Lord's Prayer, cuts to shots of diff teams prepping with prayer while others are zoned out listening to their ipods:

sloane: that's what i be like when i'm on the train in the morning

susie: what? praying?

sloane: no, listening to wayne.