Life is written and edited, script to screen December 6
This morning, my dream ::: (I didn't want to wake up!) Hired a Male escort. He looked familiar. I think he might be on some soap opera. He had curly hair. I was wearing a black body suit with black high heels.
I tried to ask him all sorts of questions. I got admonished for asking personal things about him.
I already knew he had a lovely mouth! I wished to know real life information about him! I guess it's not proper when you hire a Male escort. HAHA The only thing I learned was he sold fish for aquariums named, "Lydias."
This morning I trimmed my hair and I made perfume. It smells like poppy and rum.
Back when I drank rum, it made me so sick. One night, years ago, I was at a party where they were making bets when I would throw up. No one won, as they didn't get the time close, however I did, in fact, throw up.
That party turned out to be a horrible nightmare. There were underage drinkers there! I had no idea! I wasn't the one who brought the alcohol, but I was the only one the parents knew the name of, as I had a business a block from their house with my name and office phone number in gigantic blue letters. They called me and chewed my behind right off and told my secretary she could never see their daughter again. They were friends so it bothered her a lot. I felt pretty awful about it.
I wish I could get younger people to realize some of the crap we do when we are young, we are going to feel sorry for later. Those things will be something bad we dwell on when older, the bad memories. Something we are sorry for doing. Something we wish we never did.
This morning I trimmed my hair and I made perfume. It smells like poppy and rum.
Back when I drank rum, it made me so sick. One night, years ago, I was at a party where they were making bets when I would throw up. No one won, as they didn't get the time close, however I did, in fact, throw up.
That party turned out to be a horrible nightmare. There were underage drinkers there! I had no idea! I wasn't the one who brought the alcohol, but I was the only one the parents knew the name of, as I had a business a block from their house with my name and office phone number in gigantic blue letters. They called me and chewed my behind right off and told my secretary she could never see their daughter again. They were friends so it bothered her a lot. I felt pretty awful about it.
I wish I could get younger people to realize some of the crap we do when we are young, we are going to feel sorry for later. Those things will be something bad we dwell on when older, the bad memories. Something we are sorry for doing. Something we wish we never did.
We have the wrong expectations when we are young. We think someone will rush into protect us, to look out for us, to be that knight in shining armour. When you are older you realize that people (who should be there for you, righteous and just) are really just taking bets on when you will throw up.