that-damn-emu-kid

It's pretty interesting.

So I spend most of my time working now. Which is fine by me since I just got out of a really bad relationship. And despite all the hours I pour into the shit hole that is McDonald's I still don't make enough to cover my bills. Fantastic. I've given up on making dolls. They became far to easy for me to make. I would select a new project, sit down, and beast it out in a few mere hours. *le sigh* I needed to find something I could work on for extended periods of time. Something useful that wouldn't just collect dust on my bookshelves. (Like all my dolls are prone to do.) So I selected a pattern for a blanket with an image of pikachu on it that

There's some odd sense of wonder when you find yourself dreaming about a person you barely know (Not just any dream but a very intimate dream.) and when you jerk awake from said dream you find an alert on your cell phone saying you have a new message in your facebook inbox from that person. Waking up from a dream like that and finding a message with your cell phone number waiting for me only convinces me you are dangerous for me and dancing through my dreams on purpose.