The dreams just keep coming! My brain is on hyper drive these days. A few nights ago I had a dream that I was doing roller derby, how balla is that. I was the speed demon on the flat track, whizzing around the bends.......the other jammer could catch my pace and the opposing team couldn't get me down. I was in my version of Whip It.........suck it Drew Barrymore. I was the ultimate vamp, with ruby red lips, eye make up for days, and fishnets highlighting my power thighs, and caressing my big ass.
It was an amazing feeling in the dream to be so feminine but so brutalizing. It was like having an alias. So I got to thinking what would my derby name be? Here's one I could try on for size.........IRISH CARBOMB. Boom.........I just blew you mind! Did I not? But then I got to thinking the names are usually Names + A Pun formula. So then I got nerdy, and let me tell you its hard to think of one with this iron clad formula. Wait I got one Helen Degenerate, Helen (Hell)? I need to practice more right?
Well this weekend I'm going to put on a pair of roller skates and take a few laps. Do some visualizing, and who know I might try out for my area's league. But I don't have a tattoo, and I fee like I need one. I'll pick up some of those cloth "tattoo sleeves" at the dollar store and be a bad ass. I haven't been on skates in awhile but here goes nothing right. You're never too old or set in your ways to break free of your routine and find another dimension of yourself. I mean I've been coined in having "at 15 personalities". But maybe this is just another avenue to feel alive, and to escape reality with a bunch of kick ass bitch in tights, shit ton of makeup, gnarly tattoos, and roadrunner-like skates
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