Whistle for a cab

so i did todays things like 1. rang acc sorted that out with WINZ and everything sorted! 2. rang landlord sorted meeting for sat. 3. texted simon J about picking him up at airport, ALL GO! 4. sorted ride with jo to clean house tomorrow. 5. washed dishes. 6. sorted email account with Uni... this was an especially random thing.. my email account had seven GB's of email in the trash folder.. so they had to wipe my account and give me a new one... but i dont get the money back! oh well. anyway apart from that everything is all good. my dream this morning... its probably a little rude but what the fuck i dont care who reads this anyway. i made love to and asian girl in the middle of a car park building while people in cars drove past tooting and hollering out their windows. eventually we stopped and i walked outside to be confronted by my girlfriends flatmate. i secretly have a weird crush/disgust thing going on in my mind about her at the moment which im positively going to get rid of.. soon. fuck i know she probably does to when we catch each other looking at each other... GAY! i love my girlfriend! i should be looking at her!... whatever it was weird that she showed up in my dream though... that dream was pretty fucked from the start anyway... i dont think i'd even do that i guess thats just a fantasy? riiiiiiight. Nightstallions are bad dreams with huge dicks that slap you across the face and wait for you to wake up screaming in a cold sweat. in essence the pleasure of self postulating ones presence of mind, ones inner beauty and known accomplishments is to me a thing of irrational exhuberance. One mustn't talk of such things before reaching a certain phase in life! or undoubtedly, one will fall, slump from the foray into the hollowed out depression reserved for the few who burst into flames and burn out before the fire begins to roar. led zeppelin rulz!
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