There's a fancy underwear shop on the way to work. Every week they have a different shop front. A while back they tied all the manniquins together with ribbon in some sort of weird bondage thing. This week all the manniquins were all in elaborate lacy things and collapsed in to each other. Crazy lesbian orgy? Shocking shop front installation? Or a warning against wearing very high heels to bed. Unsteadyness is almost guaranteed.
After smacking my elbow off the bathroom sink my left arm is pretty dead. My cough is clearing though so I just look like a crazy person and sound pretty ok. Hurrah.
I had a mad dream last night. I was in a bar but I was trying to leave to catch a flight. I couldn't leave until I'd found my brother and said goodbye because I wasn't ever gonna see him again once I left. (I don't have a real brother by the way). So I searched every floor and everywhere I looked everybody who was there started staring at me or tried to keep me from going. The weirdest thing was how clear I could see everybody's face. None of them looked like anybody I actually know and I've never had such clear views of strangers in my dreams. Plus they were all male. Any girls who were there either disappeared completely when I looked at them or turned out to be drag queens who kept complaining how their tights were falling down. I finally made it to the very top of the building where my brother was playing pool. We talked for a while. I told him that I'd fainted and he laughed and called me melodramatic. He told me he was getting married and it was such a shame because if he wasn't he would be able to see me again. Then when I went to go he started dancing with me. He twirled me around, swung me down, leaned in and whispered "laame" in my ear.
Woke up hella confused and missing my fictional brother.
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8 comments:
That sounds like a Bob-like thing to say and playing pool seems like a Bob-like place to be...could Bob be your brother?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!? If he is, why aren't you as tall as he is?
OMG could I be due for a growth spurt of EPIC PROPORTIONS?
All signs point to maybe.
there's a shop like that near where i live
has a lot of guys hanging around outside it gawping at scantily clad mannequins in slutty underwear
in fact one mannequin has nothing on :S
and the funny thing is its not run by a dominitrix, its run by this woman who's in her menopausal years and has a power haircut like margaret thatcher
weird.
What's the point of a mannequin with nothing on? It's not like they're real girls with real parts or anything?
Mad.
the weird guys seem to like it :S
Maybe they've never seen a real women and they think that's what we look like naked? Like when someone would bring in a barbie to school and boys would undress her and giggle...
exactly
it shows how sophisticated and mature they are-not
The sad thing is there are some nice bras in the shop, ones that don't have nipple holes cut out in them, but I'd feel dirty going in with all the 'sophisticated gentlemen' waiting outside. Hard life being a girl.
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