(no subject)

[iceinyourmusic]

I had a dream I ate licorice and kept falling asleep in public places, falling off chairs and falling down from where I was standing up - and mariavii and sietske said their secret was approaching everything in life with the same enthusiasm you approach a Yale cross-word puzzle with. Oh really, I said and plucked the eyebrows of the girl I was drawing on paper. Yes, really, they said, and showed me the trampoline. I got onto the trampoline - it was awfully small, I had trouble finding my center - and started jumping. Up, up, I swore I could do 65 cm exactly, and was alternately Diana Canova up on the trampoline and Woody Allen down by the trampoline, looking at her jump. As Woody Allen, I produced a piece of paper from my pocket, and the piece of paper said my name was Ari A., and I told my prospective spouse, you know, I'm everything I said I'd be, every single thing on my list, but I'm poor. To tell you the truth.

Comments

[xoverau.livejournal.com]

Your subconscious is telling you to lay off the Polish cooking before bed.

[leksa.livejournal.com]

Yes, I think so. You have totally cracked the code.

*stare*

[sietske.livejournal.com]

the same enthusiasm you approach a Yale cross-word puzzle with

Uhuh.

That face Shrek and Donkey are making when the DuLoc Small World Information Booth stops singing and takes a picture?

Mine, now.

Re: *stare*

[leksa.livejournal.com]

Mine, now.

hee! And if I only remembered what the dream-you looked like, I'd be able to picture that!