Oucchhhh! Day #2 with muscle spasmed up back. I'm getting tired of it. It did NOT however, stop me from listing FIVE new ElseyBows today. Hot Hot Hot new Colors!
Between that and my new ElseyElle business cards that I had printed yesterday, I'm unstoppable! I think I need to get a blonde model though. Some of these colors just don't work on my dark hair.
Last night, while sleeping on a heating pad, I had a pretty disturbing dream. I was in a bar with my BFF in Chicago, Ally, and we were just having a few drinks. Nothing weird, just random people coming and going. Eventually, I saw my previous, most heinous ex show up. We can call him "Douche" because that's really the only appropriate name. He started trying to hang out with us and talk to us, etc. I wasn't having it because... well... he's a douche, so I kept moving to other parts of the bar. Ally on the other hand, just stayed where she was while he followed me around being obnoxious. He was telling me things like "You're such a fucking bitch..." "You're a whore..." etc. Then he finally went to talk to Ally who humored him for longer than I did. The bartender started talking to me and asked me something about the worst sex I've ever had and I screamed "HIM!" (pointing to Douche) "He was TERRIBLE in bed and I put up with it for three years!!!" At this point Douche sprang from his bar stool and with lightening speed attacked me. He pinned me against the bar with my hands behind my back, got in my face and started screaming at me. "You fucking cunt!! You're such a whore!!! You deserve to die!! I'm going to kill you!!!" And on and on. I just kept trying to fight back and beat him up, but he was too big. I don't know how, but I finally got away thank goodness. The next thing I knew, we were in a car, driving to another bar. I was with Ally and some other old friends, when I got a text message from him. He told me that he and Ally had hooked up that night. I was disgusted! Gross!
WTF? What a weird and terrible waste of a dream! Thank God, Douche is long gone and 100% out of my life. He was terrible in so many ways. At least I can breathe a sigh of relief that I got out of that one alive!
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