abducted

last night, in my dream time - i had been abducted by an "abduct er-er" who's company i actually really enjoyed. i didn't even realise how many days and nights i'd been "taken" for - because i loved the conversations with the abduct er-er........i even found him quite dashingly handsome...

then...

kyle sanderlans "saved" me from said abduct er-er, entering the hotel room, plucking me from the hideout and placing my abduct er-er in jail quite swiftly *just like that* **click**

i remember feeling sad feelings as kyle walked into the room, for two reasons

one: how dare my subconscious re-produce images of kyle sanderlans

two: as if kyle sanderlans could over-power ANYONE - what on earth were you thinking BRAIN?!






i am seriously ready to go home now.

i need to sleep. i really need to sleep.
the lady that has taken the donga next to me keeps walking around in her high heels until all hours of the morning....i wonder if she has some kind of dis-order that forces her to keep her shoes on or if she is practising brittney spears back-up dancer moves for her next post-rehab stint world tour



i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky