put your head in my armpit.
just a dream.
(really a nightmare)
and was that a hint of jealousy in your little voice?
fuck
you own me.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Ay yayay I am your butterfly
I had a dream last night that Ninja of Die Antwoord fame was my boyfriend.
Not even kidding.
I woke up and wasn't sure if it was a dream or if he and I were really power couple 2010- taking over the interwebs.
I mean, I was worried. In all seriousness. Like... "fuck. Did i forget?"
In the dream we were walking around SXSW (yeah. i know), and we were wearing the same outfit. I had let him borrow these Joe Boxer pajama pants with words all over them that, in the dream, I- for some reason- had 2 of... Probably, b/c i guess at this point in our relationship we liked to dress EXACTLY alike... which seemed feasible.
(Note: I do actually have these joe boxer pants- you have not seen them b/c i don't wear pants... but when i do- these will be the first pair I premiere.)
Anyway... he was following me around and just like hanging on me as I got ready for the shows I was playing, and I was getting really fucking irritated. I fucking HATE that shit! So, I would kind of leave him at like the "waiting room"... yeah. SXSW had a waiting room, I guess.
And everyone was like "Yasmine, where's Ninja?" and I felt pretty guilty b/c he was just hanging around being a really caring boyfriend, reading an US Weekly in the waiting room of SXSW- waiting for me to play. Probably had his legs crossed, too.
Then, all of a sudden we went to my house or something and my dad was sitting in a recliner and was really bummed that this was my boyfriend and probably extra bummed that we were both in head to toe Joe Boxer form.
Then, I left Ninja somewhere and lost him... like he went missing.
Then, I played a show and he was in the front- toothless and grinning like he was in the front row of "Rent" or something with his Playbill in his hand.
So pathetic.
Wanted to break up with him right there- from the stage.
Then, my phone rang and it was my dad, but it really fucking scared me... b/c my dad's ringtone is that Kings of Leon song and it goes "Yeeeaaaaahh... Your sex is on fiiiiire." (It's his favorite song, so I got it to be his ringtone... but the joke is really never on him. I'm the one who has the ringtone.).. anyway... he called and I got really scared that now Ninja had dragged me to a Kings of Leon concert and then, I looked at my phone and it was a picture of a shrimp and then a picture of Grace Jones and I woke up and had no idea what the fuck was going on in my life and where the fuck was Ninja because I really needed to break up with him and are these kings of leon in my house?
Anyway.
yeah.
i have no idea.
Not even kidding.
I woke up and wasn't sure if it was a dream or if he and I were really power couple 2010- taking over the interwebs.
I mean, I was worried. In all seriousness. Like... "fuck. Did i forget?"
In the dream we were walking around SXSW (yeah. i know), and we were wearing the same outfit. I had let him borrow these Joe Boxer pajama pants with words all over them that, in the dream, I- for some reason- had 2 of... Probably, b/c i guess at this point in our relationship we liked to dress EXACTLY alike... which seemed feasible.
(Note: I do actually have these joe boxer pants- you have not seen them b/c i don't wear pants... but when i do- these will be the first pair I premiere.)
Anyway... he was following me around and just like hanging on me as I got ready for the shows I was playing, and I was getting really fucking irritated. I fucking HATE that shit! So, I would kind of leave him at like the "waiting room"... yeah. SXSW had a waiting room, I guess.
And everyone was like "Yasmine, where's Ninja?" and I felt pretty guilty b/c he was just hanging around being a really caring boyfriend, reading an US Weekly in the waiting room of SXSW- waiting for me to play. Probably had his legs crossed, too.
Then, all of a sudden we went to my house or something and my dad was sitting in a recliner and was really bummed that this was my boyfriend and probably extra bummed that we were both in head to toe Joe Boxer form.
Then, I left Ninja somewhere and lost him... like he went missing.
Then, I played a show and he was in the front- toothless and grinning like he was in the front row of "Rent" or something with his Playbill in his hand.
So pathetic.
Wanted to break up with him right there- from the stage.
Then, my phone rang and it was my dad, but it really fucking scared me... b/c my dad's ringtone is that Kings of Leon song and it goes "Yeeeaaaaahh... Your sex is on fiiiiire." (It's his favorite song, so I got it to be his ringtone... but the joke is really never on him. I'm the one who has the ringtone.).. anyway... he called and I got really scared that now Ninja had dragged me to a Kings of Leon concert and then, I looked at my phone and it was a picture of a shrimp and then a picture of Grace Jones and I woke up and had no idea what the fuck was going on in my life and where the fuck was Ninja because I really needed to break up with him and are these kings of leon in my house?
Anyway.
yeah.
i have no idea.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
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