I had a bunch of really weird dreams last night. The only one I can really remember is being in my parents’ back yard seeing some predatory birds attacking what I thought was an orange monkey, but turned out to be a parrot that knew how to talk. Having been missing a pet bird recently, I was upset to learn that my dad had known about the parrot, and had taken it on trips to my grandparents’ house without me.
Like I said, weird.
When I finally got up and around, I went to pick up Josh at his place, and we went to Western Sizzlin for lunch. The food was pretty fair today, and I entered to win a Yeti bundle. Yay.
After lunch, we came back to my house and he fell asleep on my couch while we watched Kingsman. I remember being pleasantly surprised the first time I watched it, and I was disappointed to learn that it was not released in 3D. The intro particularly made it look like it was made for 3D.
After the movie I took Josh back home, then almost stopped by Apex to visit, but decided against due to a full parking lot. I passed Tim on the way home, looking like he had just washed his truck and kayak. A curiouser me might spend some time pondering that, but I’m too old for that shit.
Once home, I waited around the house until Jack and Johnny got on to play some PUBG. I felt like I did okay, but I still have trouble with team awareness. I guess I’m just used to going alone these days.
I’m a Catholic whore, currently enjoying congress out of wedlock with my black Jewish boyfriend who works at a military abortion clinic. So hail Satan, and have a lovely day, madam.