finally i have started my parkour training.

in my dreams, of course. hah.

last night i was a bad ass. an 'all-star' as the newspaper clipping said at the end of the excitement.

started out in this big brown wooden room. there was a big pedestal/table and this man was getting rid of it to uncover his statue that was hidden in a hole under the table.. his wife had put it there because the statue was of a homosexual man in a three piece suit. she didn't want her husband looking at it, but he loved the statue. we chopped the pedestal into little pieces.

time passed and i moved on. i was in the lobby of an office building. there was riding on a bus and some other random things i don't really remember.
then this kid showed up. said he was the son of the man and the lady. said the statue was still there and his mother was missing. i was alarmed, so i said, let's go to the top floor and go see the boss.

the boss turned out to be michael bluth because apparently i love to dream about jason bateman.

we started up the elevator and i could sense trouble a-brewin'.. soon there was a badman with a gun in the elevator with us.. i convinced him i didn't know anything and wouldn't say anything.. once he got off at the top floor, we snuck out of the elevator. i grabbed the boy and ducked below cubicle level to weave in and out of the desks.. told a girl to call security and get them up here NOW.. ahha it was so funny. i like to play the action star hero.

so eventually i stashed the kid somewhere and started chasing the guy, up and down stairs, hopping over desks (this is where the parkour came in).. i kept telling the police where to go and that's how i ended up as an all star in the newspaper.

yep.

get it get it get it.. i need more coffee to counteract this benedryllll
blue nails make me want to wriiiiiiiiite things, not do data entry all daaaaaaay

but soon that will come to an end, and something new will begin, so my phone call told me