Last Night

I gotta be honest with you, I have some messed up, Whitney Houst-on-smack dreams all the time.

Last night I was battling these gigantic aliens that came to my parents' house--they were in the shape of a modernistic, gleaming white dinosaur skeleton with red laser beam eyes.  Another alien was a gigantic tutle that was green and orange and kept on laying demonic babies while I kept on yelling at my friend who said "They're just here to be friendly."

I have to stop inhaling paint before bed.