insomnia is a blessing

[dustcoveredsky]

Well, I was up well past three last night, and was going crazy due to a lethal latte/Red Bull combination consumed earlier in the day. Seriously, caffiene totally fucks with me. I should avoid it.

But it's so good.

Yeah. Anyway, I turned into a ten-year-old girl and started planning my life out. In magenta sparkly gel pen, no less. It was great,

Comments

[flora_the_bear]

AHH!!!

.....alright. You ahve listed so many tantalizing choices, I'm not even going to attempt to pick just one of each. I do, however, have some notes:

1. If you end up with the estate...I get the gardener. C'mon, he's just there for show anyway.

2. I'm afraid the castle will have to be in Ireland; there's only room in Catalonia for one castle.

3. I'm not sure you're pimpin' enough for a marble bath in your castle. You'd need to be at least pimpin' enough to snag a bootylicious blonde to put into said bathtub. ...Did I just say bootylicious?

4. I am TOTALLY making your wedding dress. Totally. See? Now you have to get married, because I damn sure aren't going to be able to make one for myself.

5. "Dress: Nothing hotter than a white girl in a sari."

Oh....you mean like this?

[dustcoveredsky]

Oh that's hot, right there.

And don't question my ability to snag a bootylicious blonde for my marble tub. I'll make one, if I have to.

[flora_the_bear]

Hey! I'm making one! No fair!

...No, no I don't doubt your ability. Of course not. But I figured that you'd be more the type to snag a sickly little dark-haired intellectual for your bathtub. It would take up less space, so there'd be room for more bubbles. Or more people?

[dustcoveredsky]

Haha, people, definately people. And you're right, I would infinitely prefer a sickly intellectual. However, I maintain that I could have a blonde, if I wanted to. Maybe.