Ammo and No Gun

Oh, for the love of God! I wrote this big, old long post about this wicked ass, fucked up dream I had the other night, plus a full analysis and then I lost the damn post!!! IT DID NOT SAVE, EVEN THOUGH IT SAID IT DID!!! I can’t possibly rewrite it all. First, because I wrote it really good the first time and will not be able to write it as good again. Second, because I have had a shitty day and rewriting it all will only make me that much more cunty! And honestly, who the hell wants that? You’re getting the very, very abbreviated version. So, I guess you win on this one.

Dream: Being held hostage. Can’t find gun, but can find the shells. Can’t dial phone for help. Etc., etc.

Analysis: I’m fucking stressed.

Why: You’ve read this blog, right?

Update: “Cunty” is my new favorite word. Refer to tomorrows post.