Elephant Girl

I like theater. I like squids.

I like you.

Dreams vol. 1.

Last night I had a dream that I stared in a commercial with Ryan Gosling where we were instructed to make out on camera. Of course, I insisted on a few takes because I wanted to make sure it looked right. This dream made sense to me.

I had another dream where I traveled to the future and had a few adventures, but everything centered around this very strange department store that intentionally shifted on it’s foundations at night. I somehow got stuck in a part of the store that wasn’t going to be used for a few years, and fell into some sort of time sleep. They found me roughly 25 years later, not only alive but un-aged. I returned to the family I was living with before and began my adventures again. This dream made sense to me.

I had another dream where I met Jennifer Lopez and she asked me where Marc (I’m assuming Anthony) was. I told her I wasn’t sure but I’d keep my eyes peeled. This dream made no sense to me.

This is Ignaity Vishnevetsky, and I’m 90% sure he lives in my neighborhood.

This is Ignaity Vishnevetsky, and I’m 90% sure he lives in my neighborhood.

Pillow Case to Pillow Sham Project pt. 4.

4 of 4 cases/shams complete. I’m still bitter about the Blackhawks defeat.

Pillow Case to Pillow Sham Project pt. 3.

Case/Sham 2 of 4 done. Blackhawks…. ugh. Everything is terrible.

Pillow Case to Pillow Sham Project pt. 2.

In the process of pinning case/sham #2.

FUCKING LARSON. COME ON HAWKS!

Pillow Case to Pillow Sham Project pt. 1.

One complete transformation. Blackhawks game to begin in six minutes.

Pottermore.

Crap. I’m never getting things done ever again.

EyeSparks20154. Add meeeeeeeeeeeee.

On Foreplay and Nipple Piercings.

  • Me: It's not even like it needs to go on a long time, just pay more attention to my vagina before you stuff it.
  • Cassie: or at least my boobies. I decorated them. they're not just for show.
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