Had a dream that i found a dead baby on the steps of my old house. At least, i thought she was dead. The baby opened her eyes and smiled, then crawled under a little table and fell asleep, like a sickly kitten. She was pale and covered with dirt and flies. I tried and tried to find the number to social services on the internet but it was nowhere to be found.
When i woke up, the first thing i see on my tumblr feed is a picture of Qadaffi’s bloody, lifeless face. Good times.
Going to the pumpkin patch today with the roomies. Maybe i’ll carve Qadaffi’s dead face onto my pumpkin. Or a cute cat. Yeah, a cute cat.