Good evening!
But what makes this unspecified thing so epic you may ask?
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But enough ass-kissing.
I'm on my front porch listening to "The Real Thing" by Faith No More (but on a channel called TheDeftonesVault. Go figure.)
It's a good ass song. In fact, it's probably one of my favorites. It goes from slow paced and soft to fast, and pounding.
What can I say? These fuckers can craft an amazing song...
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I had a weird dream this morning. The parking lot in my apartment complex was frozen under at least six feet of water. And I had to take out the trash. Why?
Because dream logic.
So I get done dumping the trash, and while I'm walking back from our dumpster the fucking ice starts cracking. And then my grandmother opens our front door and starts yelling something. She has the genius decision to tell me to climb the trees (which conveniently lead right up to our door in this particular dream) and jump back to our porch. So I starting doing that.
But in one of the trees I decided to start breaking off dead limbs "because it was dangerous for people walking by." And I guess I broke off one too many dead limbs because I uncovered a massive fire ant nest. They immediately crawled up my leg and started biting me.
So cue me saying "fuck this tree shit" and running back to the house. I immediately burst into my bathroom. I started looking up videos on how to kill fire ants and found a video of some guy killing them with cotton and pepper (once again, dream logic, go figure.) So I yanked out some cotton from a cabinet and rolled down my pants leg only to find all of the ants were gone.
And then I woke up screaming "Where the fuck did the ants go?" And after about ten seconds of laying on the floor in silence I asked myself ,"What the fuck was that?"
So that's what's been going on with me for the past half-hour.
Peace.
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