26Nov 2001 ugh. by heather stayed up too late talking about serious things. then i dreamt about scott. where’s the fucking coffee? Posted in: words
Was it a dirty dream? *giggle*
not this time… ;)
we were in new york together and at one point in the dream, scott bought himself an eyebrow brush. i didn’t ask why.
an eyebrow brush? you couldn’t dream something a little more elaborate? say.. a Ferrari?
you were going to borrow my car! but it had no seats. you said that was no problem. for some reason, i didn’t doubt that.