Recent DJ Posts

I'm standing in a large hotel room. It must be a suite because there's multiple rooms. I'm in the center of the sitting room, maybe. I'm wearing jeans, but I'm not wearing a shirt or bra and I'm not ashamed or trying to cover myself up in any way. A man is standing behind me, touching and examining my back. He asks me what I want to be done about it. I tell him that if there's anything he thinks he can do, to please do it. I then start telling him about how I got my tattoo. And I tell him about how it looks nothing like the art I originally wanted, that my dad completely fucked up and did a horrible job. He hummed in agreement and said that he was sure he could fix it. He then walked to stand in front of me and said that we should get started. I smiled and nodded happily. The man smiled back.

Me and my sister are at my grandmas house, we're laying in our own sleeping bags getting ready for bed, and I'm fucking about on my cell phone and my sister is reading, my grandma is sitting on the couch and we all are laughing at the dog being cute and we feel happy, but then suddenly it's day outside, and my mom comes through the back door and tells us she's here to pick us up, I begin to gather my things when I hear my sister say she's going to stay another night, my mom seems shocked and annoyed, then she looks at me, and I contemplate going with my mom or staying another night at grandmas, I think about the possibility of spiders because spiders re crazy here, but I decide to stay with my grandma and sister, and my mom storms out the front door and me my sister and grandma go sit at the dining room table and just smile.

I'm standing in my Grandma's kitchen in front of the fridge. There's a large pot on the stove with a lid on it. Something is cooking. I move a few steps and stand directly in front of the pot. I grasp the lid and lift it to see what is cooking. It's a big pot of chili beans. I'm sure my Grandma is making it. I lean in a bit closer to smell the food. It smells delicious. I then lean back and put the lid back on. I back up more and begin to turn around but a males' chest stops me from moving any further. I look up and see his face. It's Brendon Urie. He smiles really big and laughs. He asks me what I'm doing. I didn't say anything, just stared at his face. He smiles bigger and pushes his face into my neck, smelling my skin. I jump a little and ask him what he's doing. He just laughs again and says never mind. He pulls me closer and leads me into a slow dance across the small kitchen. He never stops smiling.