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Oh look, boobs.
Well last night I stayed up all night pleasure reading the next book in a trashy fantasy series that my whole family reads. Yes, my family does group read, or whatever you call it, I think it’s why I liked the core so much. I grew up knowing that everyone around read the exact same books that I did, and it gave us a coded language, our own private level on which to communicate. In arguments we would bring up examples of certains character’s struggles to explain our position and it was highly effective. So not only was I born lame, I was nurtured into being a huge geek. <3 u mommie.
Anyway, I pleasure read instead of doing the things I should have been doing, so it’s just like always except I had a dream I remembered and it was about magic, and sacrifice and there was a lot of blood and pain and getting ripped apart, but not really, but sort of. No dragons. A wood. Not a forest, a wood. As opposed to the regular dreams I can remember, which are just about failure and mediocrity and embarrassment.
I prefer blood and trees.
