Apparently when my body is not in the beat shape I have really vivid dreams.
Lastnight it was me and Jeremy Clarkson. We met at a Bugatti veyron dealership and people were trying to steal the cars after their test drive. I wanted to have a go but the man behind the glass wouldn’t trust me, then boom he was there. For some reason I made the car look different in my mind, probably because I don’t know the exact look of the car and its interior.
We just cruised around what seemed like Italy or Morocco? Raced cars on the roads and talked about top gear. Apparently dream Clarkson didn’t like the race special with the veyron because it was a bit boring. Haha.
Ended up going to a car show on the main drag of this big city. I got a new suit so I’d fit in and apparently was taught how to iron a shirt even.
I woke up before we returned the car but gosh was that fun.
Had other dreams too but I will damned if I can remember those in a concise manner.
Get over yourself a little. If you can honestly read that and think, huh this guy is still trying after so long and all Ive put him through, and still he wants to try again well then shit. Guess I think the suns shines out of your ass for nothing. Maybe you’re just sad and identified with the words for a moment. Seriously though find some credit in yourself and pay it to yourself.
Harder than one would think.
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
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i’m such an asshole.