widdling on a stick

i had some pretty fucking weird dreams again. i had a Ronald McDonald tattoo on my left arm that i totally hated and so did everyone else. i found a cave with a house inside it filled with hipsters that ate drawings of monsters giving birth and other that tasted like a full course meal. uh and kayne west was a goth has-been? yea, i'm not really sure what any of that meant.

elliot left this morning for california, then costa rica. i won't see him for two months. i cried my eyes out again. every time he has to leave for awhile, i feel absolutely horrible. this will be the longest i'll go with out seeing him. i am so bummed.