um. i just got a google hit for "batty bowl bowl is gay." yay for people.
dismemberment plan was way fun last night. my poor boy ended up drinking a few too many beers, but it was the doubleshot of jameson that did him in. he had disappeared for 20 minutes and i was really pissed because i hate hate hate being at shows alone. when he explained, i felt bad but still made him grovel. i'm evil.
his friend marshall came with us; marshall the asshole is his full name. he's highly entertaining, in a smirky "um, glad i'm not his girlfriend" way. we ended up at the diner where he works and got into a philosophical debate in which there was no point to the conversations so no points were made, but somehow, he still thinks he won. uh.
and then i stabbed him with a pen.
but he asked me to, dammit. not too sure how it came about, but there i am, holding a pen above his hand and him saying, "just fucking do it." i didn't think it would break the skin, let alone create a flesh wound. it freaked me out, partly because i've never actually stabbed someone before, but also because i had a dream about this a few months or a few years ago. just like that: in a diner, except with a knife, and he was goading me into it. gah.
then we got home and had mad crazy sex until 3am when i said i was gonna take a shower and heat up some pizza and i would be back in 10 minutes. a little less than 10 minutes later, i wander into the room and aaron is completely dead to the world. the bastard. oh well, i got all the pizza.
i had a fucking crazyass nightmare last night. it was horrid, i tell you, horrid. it involved me being in love with someone who had a severe mental disorder -- not, like, retarded, just weird. i dunno. anyway, as soon as i told him for the first time that i loved him the dream flashed forward to him getting hit by a bus. then his crazy family decided they had to take care of me, but i was so scared and knew i had to somehow leave and get home but i had to get all my stuff from them before i could run away. i felt suffocated and frightened. it was kind of like that movie, the maddening, but a little more innocent. finally, aaron woke me up when he moved. i was still shaking.
i told joanna about it, who said that all your dreams are so meaningful. and i said, yeah, so obviously meaningful. sigh