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OMG CAN WE ALL VOTE FOR DARREN TO WIN THO… what the fuck E! Online. Darren Criss isn’t wearing a dress.
OHMYGOD W H A T
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I’m more amused by the fact that people are actually voting for him
DARREN CRISS. LMAOOOO.
Umm….
Sheesh.
I thought my dream last night was weird. I’m not even going to share the extent of this one because I’m still kind of disturbed. Lets just say I was swimming/flying through the ocean carrying a dinnerplate, “nazi” necklace (idk), and a pinecone, hoping my dad wouldn’t get arrested because I was sick while eating at a restaurant. Also, I rescued my neighbors’ dogs from a maniac’s house & watched some weird manga show on TV. Uh huh.
Again, it was so vivid…again, you don’t care. Meh.
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Disturbing glee-esque dream (made no sense…)
Okay. So I’m hoping that while I write this more of it will come back to me.
THIS IS THE WEIRDEST DREAM EVER. PREPARE YOURSELF. Welcome to the insanity that is my subconscious! But mainly I remember… a retired Darren Criss kept his old Warbler blazer in his bedroom…(which was my bedroom! But bigger. And cooler.) He was part of this huge publishing company.
Darren was in a rut, because his last book about roses (i dont even know) wasn’t making money anymore. He dove underwater to a secret island (that was on top of the water..?) and dug a hole to get to a secret cave. It was beautiful.. bright blue crystal lined the walls and a waterfall of ice marked the entrance. But a pile of dying roses littered the floor, and he started crying. So then he returned to his work office dejectedly… and it was a wide, open room with high ceilings & windows that spanned the length of the wall.. the walls were made of chestnut colored bricks & strange whirring machines filled the room along with… pototoes?
So he had a EUREKA! moment and wrote a book about potato chips. And it was a hit. He went back down to his cave thing and the roses were replaced by potato chips, and he was happy again. (wtf?!) But while the company workers, all duddied up in tuxedos and sipping on wine, were celebrating up in Darren’s room, someone gave away Darren’s blazer! And he was standing there watching, fuming. Like, why would you even do that?! And so he quit the job and was depressed. The end. And then there was a scary, fat, balding man by my sunroom door…drunk on the floor. And my spanish teacher retired and I got mad. And his mini-fridge had really cool drinks in it. Something about my dad being angry at me.
So yeah. I don’t know why I want to post this, it was just SO vivid… I can still see it. There was a lot more, but I can’t remember. Hm. No more starkid/glee before bed, I think.
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This is a moustache cup.
It was used in the Victorian times, if you has a particularly large moustache, you would rest the moustache on the little ledge bit inside the cup, and drink through the hole, to avoid getting your moustache wet.nuuu uhhhh! okay, sorry I had to. haaahhh!
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Honestly the most disturbing movie I’ve ever seen.
Browsing free movie channels today, I found this one: Gooby. It’s freaking scary. I…I just can’t even explain how creeped out I was by it.
I mean, look at that thing. It’s got, like, fangs…
At the end the kid gives it to a little girl, and I was like, “No, no, it’s gonna eat her!”
