So I don't know what the deal with this dream is. I dreamt that Homer Simpson beat the ever-loving shit out of me. I mean until I was little more than a skeleton with some flesh hanging off of it. But I was still conscious and wasn't in pain or anything. But to seal the deal, he pounded my face into the ground repeatedly until my skull was crushed and there was brain busting out the side of it. Thing was, I was watching this happen to myself, and the guy didn't look like me. But after watching this go down, my perspective went back to the guy who was near death. I waited for death to take me but it didn't come, so I got up and walked away. I rand into Ned Flanders and I begged him to kill me. He shot me in the head and I fell to the ground. I couldn't see but was still conscious, and still death wasn't coming. I was curious at how I was still thinking after being shot in the head. I drilled myself on basic math skills to test how proficient my brain was with a hole in it. After a while still alive I started to get really depressed because I was going to die alone without every marrying or having children.

Then I woke up. I was sad. ;_;

I'm hopefully going to see this ukulele player at a show in Chicago near the end of April. So amazing.

Too Hot For Video DB :O!

A typical Monday at Chaz's.