Today’s message is unclear, Universe. I am getting mixed messages: “Whoa…wtf?”, “Fuck you, you fucking fucker!” and “die,die,die,die!”

First off, may I say your timing sucks? A cold sore right before I head out of town to meet my BF’s parents is so fucking uncool.

Also? Last night’s dream was ten different kinds of weird. The setting — me about ten years ago, but blonde, Suicide Girl-ish and wearing a business skirt/suit thing. I worked for a law firm that defended elementals. We had a new client – Pink Bleeding Ice – which is some sort of flower according to my dream. Our firm had been hired to defend her against a combined drug/murder charge. I think I remember her pollen being very intoxicating and in higher doses, lethal.
She was tall, slender and had bright cotton candy pink hair – think Bubble Gum Crisis sort of cute. I had taken her to a high school to get her re-enrolled because it was important that she be perceived as “normal”. While we were there, we ran into another Pink Bleeding Ice flower. And, that’s about where I woke up. So. What are you trying to tell me, hmmm? I gotta say that while I am entertained, I am *extremely* confused.

My morning commute is already fun enough without adding the drunk person to the mix. So, a big hearty BITE ME to the asshole in the white Maxima. You damn near took off my front bumper this morning weaving back and forth across the highway, while doing 10 MPH *less* than traffic around you. mmmm…beer for breakfast. SO healthy. SO nutritious. SO smart. May you be rolled in butt-nuggets and fed to bears.

No Love This Morning,
~Mare