Captain’s Log 5,990
I had a weird dream. I so rarely remember them. It was a “right before you wake up for the day” kind of dream. Vivid as hell. Disconcerting.
Big Sister Mia and I had started a business making flavored frosting for cinnamon rolls. We had cream cheese, strawberry, and maple. We were trying to give out samples of this in front of a pet store. Someone from Diaryland days (who was the quintessential victim of some serious catfishing bullshit) showed up to try our samples. We were then informed that she wanted to use them for a menage e’ trois. And did we want to know who was involved? And did we think strawberry would be the most appealing to all three? I suggested a 3-pack. That way, everybody could have their very own. It’s like splitting a salad and having your own dressing on the side.
At least I wasn’t dreaming about trains going through tunnels or skydiving naked from a bridge. This was roll icing and a sex party. It all made sense whilst I was dreaming. It was batshit nonsense the moment I woke up.
As God is my witness, I will never look at a cinnamon roll with innocent eyes again!
How come I never get invited to those kind of parties?
Hilarious!
Double wow.
I know!
Someone from Diaryland days (who was the quintessential victim of some serious catfishing bullshit) I am so lost concerning this sentence. Was there a rabbit hole in your dream?
No. A real person who fell in love with a poser on the internet. Even after we proved who he was, she continued to hold onto huge love for him. It was disgusting.
Did she ever resolve herself to the truth once he died, or is she still holding on to that delusion, do you know?
I think she still believes it. She says not but she wrote a book about it.
She wrote a BOOK? Huh. I had no idea. God, I can’t even remember her D-Land name. But I sure remember Mikey and that whole insane drama he fostered. May he rest in Hell.
I do so agree with you.
Ah, catfishing bullshit,, thanks for explaining! Has he asked for money yet?
He died.
That doesn’t look like icing….
We need a professional taster.
We don’t have to look far.
*looks over shoulder*
“HEY NEWWIFEY(TM)!”
Oh, you cad!
I have been working hard on serious stuff all day. Now my mind has gone to a whole other place, so THANK YOU!
Welcome!
Wow. Must’ve been some buns!
Kinky buns.
Dr. Freud would be all over this one…
I think so!