butts

Ming was going to guest blog for me last night, but I guess he slept instead.  Which is good.

I forgot to tell you a man on the street the other day told me, "Shake it but don't break it, girl!"  Was he talking about my butt?  I found it confusing.  Butts are always broken.

"There's police cars outside," Ming said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said and came back with a shirt on.

I'm eating olive bread. 

I started writing down dreams in my dream journal again.  Night before last I ate a rose thorn, in my dream.  Last night in my dream, my head was bleeding.  Just dream-bits but it's a start.