So, I was on my way to a SPOOKY ASYLUM, when my jaw just drops and I look over to my boyfriend and tell him that I forgot to pack extra batteries and juice. I FORGOT. TO PACK. EXTRA BATTERIES AND juice. We certainly can't turn around at this point, and there aren't Circle K's near spooky asylums where I can pick up a disposable. So I have no choice but to turn to analogs, to make my half-a-tank of Butter Pecan last two days.
Of all the "quitting a bad habit" dreams I've had (I used to have a lot of irritating meat-eating dreams when I was vegan), that was certainly the most... interesting? Dramatic? Scooby-Dooish?
*shrug*
Who else has had some interesting ones?
Of all the "quitting a bad habit" dreams I've had (I used to have a lot of irritating meat-eating dreams when I was vegan), that was certainly the most... interesting? Dramatic? Scooby-Dooish?
*shrug*
Who else has had some interesting ones?