I'm sick of dreaming about the end of the world and having sex with men. Last night I dreampt that Middlesex uni was for rejects and everyone who went there could not play rugby. There was an endless supply of bottled cola and i mixed ginger beer and orange juice together in my nan's cup. It then went on, Lottie Newth was there and so was my mum. It was the end of the world, the buildings were flying and everything was being sucked back to the earths core...A mixture of things through the ages, dinosaurs victorians and things like that. Everytime i look up what my weird dreams mean, the evil dream book i own tells me some shit answer. Which is usually along the lines of 'someone close to you is going to die/ a death in the family/ you're gonna die. So i stopped refering back to that about a year ago. Seeing as its answer for everything was...'you're gonna die.'
Last night was fun. Me, Bonny and Meadow took JUDE to the Regency tavern (my new favorite place they have ASAHI on tap) then we got food and came home. I need to stop eating so much. Its getting rediculous now. You would think i have never been fed the way i go on. And i definately have put weight on because the bags under my eyes are more promenant and that is because my cheeks have got fatter and i can also tell because I'm getting wrinkles on my wrists from the wrist rolls...sounds like a desert.
