My birthday suit. Hehe.
Just kidding! (who'd want to picture that anyway?)
Black bondage pants by Tripp, that have olive green straps, a t-shirt with a fallen angel carrying his love, my glasses, a million black bracelets, black lace undies, black lace bra, black nail polish...and yeah, that's it.
I was most likely dreaming of eating garlic bread, trying to ward off the vampires in my mansion who were invisible...and who liked licorice while molesting the cat I don't have in real life, because he had a patch of fur on his back that was an upside down crucifix, and because his eyes had pentagrams in them.
Heh...everytime I hear Type O Negative's "Love you to death" I think of my "good" friend, Aaron. He moved away not too long ago...and it's been a while since we've been together or seen each other. I guess that was kind of like our song or something.