forgot to mention that i had a dream that was so ooc-ishly freaky for me that i had to write it here. but it's kinda nasty, so read at your own risk.
it was a movie-dream. i have these sometimes - in which i'm just watching and i have nothing at all to do with actions and the characters are actually played by actors. in this movie, these women had been terribly wronged in some way by their husbands. one of the women was winona ryder and her husband was carrot top. yup. but older, with darker hair, pulled back. the women decided to take revenge on the men. winona did this by fucking carrot top up the ass with a strap on. she then slashed his face with a broken glass bottle.
told ya it was nasty. where the hell did that come from?
it was a movie-dream. i have these sometimes - in which i'm just watching and i have nothing at all to do with actions and the characters are actually played by actors. in this movie, these women had been terribly wronged in some way by their husbands. one of the women was winona ryder and her husband was carrot top. yup. but older, with darker hair, pulled back. the women decided to take revenge on the men. winona did this by fucking carrot top up the ass with a strap on. she then slashed his face with a broken glass bottle.
told ya it was nasty. where the hell did that come from?
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Date: 2003-03-08 12:06 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-03-10 07:56 am (UTC)you know, you just may be right. i'm supposed to be writing a scene that's all kinds of smutty and i'm procrastinating about it... maybe this is my brain telling me i'd better get to it. and threatening me with violent carrot top porn until i get it done. ::writes::
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Date: 2003-03-08 05:59 pm (UTC)No, baby. That's cosmic justice. I hate Carrot Top.
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Date: 2003-03-10 07:44 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-03-10 10:33 am (UTC)