Diary entry 4 - Vladimir did not want me to fry corn...

I dreamed some weird dream. I wanted to fry corn, but I couldn't find any oil, because Vladimir Putin did not want me to fry corn. Then he also said that if he attacked Europe the king had to kill himself, thems the rules. I didn't really care about that, only that it was a stupid rule, and I was happy I wasn't the king. Then the TV that I was watching the news on walked away, since apparently that was someone's head. Then it all got weirdcore/dreamcore. Then I was playing this game almost like temple run on a tabled. But instead of running from a horrible monster, I was running from Freddy fagbear who was gonna yassifie me. Then my boyfriend was sitting next to me and told me his friend had come over, and I had promised to give it a tattoo. But it wasn't with ink, but with thread. Like black cord. It was a simple line like a happy trail over the lower stomach ya know. Looked kinda cool.