Sleep is a beautiful, magical thing, especially when I get at least eight solid hours of it. However, it seems that whenever I do I have the weirdest, most frustrating dreams.
In last night's dream, I lived in a huge house that had nine front gates. Each gate had a different design and you could only use one gate at a time. Some of them had stones or columns but all of them had bars. Every night a few tigers would roam around the neighborhood for whatever reason. These were huge tigers, too. Scary as hell.
No matter what gate I chose out of the nine, the bars were always wide enough for the tigers to fit through them. They would come up to the front door and lie down and they stayed there until the sun came up again. Then I assume they went home for the day. The one time someone tried to kick the tigers out they attacked him so viciously that no one else wanted to try after that.
All I wanted was to get a gate that could keep the tigers out but I didn't own the house and the owner refused to change the gates because she really liked her nine gates.
You might be wondering, "Well why didn't you just move out, silly?". Well, because dreams don't work that way. I was basically stuck in that huge house with the nine gates and three evil tigers forever.
My dreams never have a turning point, only continuous misfortunes. But, at least I got some sleep, right? Even if I woke up with a stiff neck.
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I think I liked it better when it was halfway done. At least now I just have to give myself some hair and then I'm doneoneoneoe.
I just want to say that I love those floating eyelashes with a burning passion and I love how everyone loves them too. May no one ever look at this without commenting on how detached they look from the lids because if they do I will surely cry.
(ps. I will fix them later)
(ps. I will fix them later)
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And here's the only reason why anyone ever talks to me! These were lemon crinkle cookies with white chocolate chips. Will I share the recipe? of course.
For those of you who, like me, have a hard time dealing with things.
Also, it's 2 am. Happy Black Friday.