Saturday, May 7, 2011

DON'T take all your knives to bed with you

even if you're having a shitty night and you want them all there for the sympathy they bring and their potential for harm in a primrosey, knivey way.

Just kidding, I actually just brought them to bed as a joke. I felt they were more disrupted than I was, they were like a pack of wild animals being brought over to live on a domestic farm. They were confused as hell, poor things. But we had a good night, it reminded me of the time I had to sleep with a pitbull. I was a little concerned about having a face in the morning but I trusted. No crazy energy like with the crystals. And we stayed on our respective sides for the most part, no cuddling. Maybe one day though, Id like to think one day I'll cuddle my knives.