had a dream that started out kind of sexy and for a number of irrelevant dream-state reasons involved my having to explain to a partner that i didn't want to suck on his titties. i think it was supposed to turn into an anxiety dream about having to negotiate sexual boundaries but instead he smiled and, very sympathetic, told me "of course - i know you're a freudian, i'm sorry that didn't occur to me," sort of saying he should have remembered how i felt about oral fixations, and then the rest of the dream was me trying with increasing desperation to convince him that i was not a freudian and he just laughed and laughed, like i was being sort of foolish and silly, and said he knew how i really felt, and didn't my unconscious mind reveal the truth about me, and so on. and by then i was so distressed that i was yelling at him in the dream - not that i actually fully realized i was dreaming - and shouted "dream interpretation is a crock of shit!" with such force that it woke me up.
It’s what at the what now?
Lets be a snowdrift with mama
snails are offten all like @_// \\_@ in the garden and stuff
I've been looking for a fun/quick little animation sideproject to flex my frame-by-frame muscles, so introducing Margie! A cat-goose dragon based on this little fella from this medieval manuscript
can i bum a hit on your slide whistle
hmmm…pretty sure one of these is not quite like the others
Cat
we're sitting
and watching popes explain baseball
we're watching popes explain baseball
watching italians
who do not know baseball
learn baseball
The exit sign of a middle school hallway is a sort of mezuzah for tween boys if you really think about it.