I had a really scary dream last night. My boyfriend had got married to a girl he'd been seeing for ages, and in the dream I seemed to think that she was ok with us being together, but apparently she didn't know. I went to the wedding reception and was told I couldn't see either of them again, so I had to run off to this seaside town. I took my mum's car and illegally drove it to this seaside place, and I killed two of my friends outside a theatre.
I might have a job now, which is good. I think a man across the street has killed someone and kept them in the cupboard at the side of the house. I'm scared that I'm next.
LISTENING: Coldplay - X & Y / The Tears - Here Come The Tears //
Watching: Sin City / Nip/Tuck //
Reading: Nick Cave still //