The seriousness of Rape.

Just quoting this post for truth:

( Just snipping for Trigger Content )

I Dream Things.

I have dreams that I'm the Doctor's new companion. Sometimes Jack Harkness is there. Often they're set out like episodes. Last night's Episode was pretty epic.

I dreamt that an alien took over The Doctor's left leg, so Jack Harkness had to rip off his pants. Then the leg was amputated and he grew a new one.

Out of the thigh of the leg grew a face, and the alien was played by Stephen Fry. It was a smart leg-alien, and it had sort of grew metal casing for the leg so it could walk around and survive.

My dreams are long and strange.

When a Grumpy German answers the phone...

So Dad answered the phone.

"Yes? Who? STATE YOUR NAME."

It was his daughter, Helen. Such a sweet man! LOL!

SHIT.

My bowel started cramping at Tina's birthday party. So I had to come home early. I actually got to the point where there was NOTHING left inside me. I ran out of POOP. And my guts kept cramping!!!

Now I'm at home. I'm bummed, but see, Mum and Dad got a brand new 80cm LED wide-screen TV. And Dad's about to watch Hornblower.

POPCORN TIME.

Damn it, I want pork ribs.

There's this weird foreign art movie on that's cearly all about gluttony and how awful it is that we eat all these different sorts of meats. I swear, every animal imaginable is on this damned table. And the thing is, I'm not grossed out by it.

I want some damned pork ribs.