There is a dragon in my fire

So this has been my morning so far...

I wake up and bump into the corner of my burrow with my crotch, so now it feels like Mrs. Pacman is trying to chew her way through my ovaries. Its a great feeling.

Then i walk towards the bathroom and my lovely cats spilled water all over the tiled floor, so i slip and fall on my ass. Now my ass hurts. And this pain is making me want to drink that one beer that's in my fridge and possibly smoke a joint. But I cant because I have to work in a few hours and I'm almost positive my boss wouldn't appreciate that.

I would love to do dishes but we have no dish soap, hopefully those stupid fruit flies don't come back. Ew. Guess who is hitting the dollar store tomorrow? This girl! The dollar store they recently built in town is fucking amazing because everything is actually a dollar. I do my shopping there before going to the grocery store because there's a lot shit i can get at that place for much cheaper than Market Basket.
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Well last night i went to my dads, my brother was supposed to be there to borrow my dads car for the weekend but he ended being late so i didn't get to see him. He likes to blow me off because he doesn't really love me.

It ended up being a good little trip though, i got to hang out with my dad and we practiced singing together for the first time in ages. He used to live in this cabin the next town over, my friends and I would go there all the time to watch Red Sox games, sit around a fire play music and chill. I miss those days, but singing with my dad last night brought back good memories.

Does that look like the face of a killer?

We recorded it, and it wasn't bad for the first time singing together in almost a year, but we decided to eventually try and perfect it, make it YouTube worthy.

I love talking to my Dad about artsy things, he is the most supportive person in my family when it comes to my music and all that jazz. Whenever i show him something i drew, took a picture of or when i sing with him he always praises how talented i am, it makes me want to go on practicing and try to make myself better so he can be even more proud.

I get most of my artistic ability from him, everyone in my family is "right" brained, but my dads interests are more similar to mine. He takes photographs, paints, draws, sings in a band, pretty much everything i love doing and he is great at all of it.

It was really cute because as we were singing, my dads dog Sidney, decided to come sit on the couch with us and stick her face in my face like she wanted to join. I love her, I swear she is some sort of pitbull mix but my dad refuses. I dont understand why, its not like she is going to eat your face...she might eat your dogs face, if its a small dog, but other than that she may lick you to death. You just have to let her know who is boss and my dad is good at that until he lets her go for a minute and another dog attacks her.

We went to the pier the other day, Sidney was minding her own business when some stupid little rat dog came over and bit her. I only caught the end of the fight but before i got to her it sounded like she was eating the little dog for dinner,  fuck that, the little shit should have picked on someone his own size, fuckin rat dogs. I would have done the same thing if i was Sid. The little dog was fine, but it sucked for Sidney because some people are already afraid of her.


Then after my dads, Tom and I came home drank a couple beers and had a dragon fire. That's right, a dragon fire. Don't be jealous. Actually, be jealous dragon fires only come out to there most faithful allies.

This picture isn't photoshoped or anything, i took it with my IPhone to put on facebook so i could update my status like "omg were having a fire, and your not! hahaha." but then i looked and it was a dragon and i was like "oh shit, check out this dragon fire! Its awesome!"

If you can't see the dragon in the fire, then aparently you aren't ready for the dragon, and I'm sorry. Not everyone can handle what comes with him, hes a very complicated being.

Well anyway, now i should probably do my makeup and get ready for work before i get distracted by something else funner than getting ready for work, like twitter or facebook...or even just being outside since I've been a hermit lately. Its been kind of cold and upsetting, its good for night time fires though because the bugs don't come out to eat my boyfriend as much as they do in the summer time. Okay well until next time...Good Bye.

I want your terrible romance

Here is my boyfriend and our friend Rob doing what they do best, with Tom's (My boyfriend) New bday present. None other than the wonderful and beautiful Lady Gag Gag! 

Enjoy.

Roller-coasters, snipers, Asians and beat box prodigy

For a while I used to dream every night. They were never good dreams, or funny dreams, they were the type of dreams where i would wake up soaked in tears and sweat. (Not the good dreams) I would always die or someone was always trying to kill me.

They say if you die in a dream then you die in real life? Bull shit! I've watched myself die several times in my fucked up nightmares. Its not exactly something i looked forward to every night.

To my surprise and relief my nightmares started going away, in fact I wouldn't dream at all. Or if i did it was nothing worth remembering which is fine with me. Id rather have no dreams at all than terrifying horror stories every night.

But the other night a dream finally came to me...and it was probably one of the strangest dreams yet. Lets talk about it.

It all starts off at this party a friend of mine from work is throwing, we are all playing beer pong, havin a great time drinking and all that fun stuff. Dancing, music, ya know, the norm. Two of the girls left the party earlier than everyone else shortly after and me and my boyfriend made our way over to six flags.

Im telling you, this dream is pretty fucking random.

This six flags was not the normal six flags new england im used to. They had this ridiculously awesome roller coaster that hugs the side of a mountain and the best part about this ride is once you get to the top you have the most beautiful view of boston. So of course i was ready and willing to wait in line for this one. Luckily the line wasn't long and we were on the rollercoaster in no time.

They didnt have enough seats for me, and i didnt want to have to wait for the next cart to come so i decided it would be a great idea just to hang onto the bars of the seat my boyfriend was sitting in. (im terrified of heights, even in my dream) I dont know why i thought it would be okay, but the people working the line didnt seem to care so whats the big deal right?

Once im latched onto the bars of his car i realize that i was an idiot and we are WAY to high up! Suddenly we get to the view of Boston and my boyfriend is screaming at me to turn my head away from the mountain so i can see how awesome it is, but instead i start crying with my head buried into my arm as we go through the last twist and turns of ride.

I dont remember exactly how we ended up at a mall after six flags, but thats where we were random. But in the hallways of the mall there was a party going on. Shot girls handing out free shooters, cocktail waitressing giving you your favorite free beers...It was heaven in a mall. There was music, dancing, everyone was having a great time.

I decide to grab my drink and take a look around, thats when i get to the area that changed it all.

In the mall there was a huge room surrounded by glass windows, the kind of windows that make the building look like there are no walls to keep you from falling off the edge. It also doubled as a classroom full of elementary school students who were all on the ground with there hands covering there heads and before i can realize what the fuck is going on i hear someone yell "GET DOWN!"

I immediately drop to the floor and when i glance up i realize, in the windows, we are surrounded by Asian snipers and they are all pointing at me.

I start screaming "Please don't kill me! I don't want to die!" not knowing why they want to kill me in the first place. I hear voices from all different directions telling me to do this and do that when all i want is to get the fuck out of there. Who wants to be surrounded by a bunch of crazy ninja assassin people? Even though im not even sure ninjas would need snipers. But im just throwing the typical asian stereotype out there. You didnt know all asians are ninjas?


Finally I think to myself that at least if i die trying to escape, id know id tried. I slowly back up and book it to hide behind a corner and get back into the party hallway.


I made it! I guess dream me is just way to quick for asian snipers to handle, but once i get back into the party hallway everyone is mean muggin me. Its like the party stopped just to stare...I mean take a picture! its lasts longer, gawsh.

I look at everyone all at once and scream "What the fuck is going on and why is everyone staring at me!?"

"Your the one" whispers a voice in background

"Im the what?"....still confused here people!!!

"Its you, your the one they want! You dont know who you are and what your are capable of. Do you even know anything about your past?"  A man says. okay...now we are getting somewhere

"Apparently not, can you tell me?" I try to ask politely but the snipers outside the building trying to kill me are making it a little hard to stay calm.

And here is where it gets good

"You are the only living relative of a beat box prodigy. And they cant let you fulfill your destiny."

BAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!

"What!?! I don't even know how to beat box." I answer in complete confusion.

"Well, you like to sing right?" says the man

"yeah. So."

"Well it all starts there, and then suddenly you have talents you never knew you had"

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It was definitely one of the most bizarre dreams ive had in a while. And ive had some pretty strange dreams.

Have you heard me beat box before?

Here is a little sample of my beat-boxing skills. Im pretty fab,