In My Dreams....
Last night I dreamed a blogger sent me a nasty email. Couple of things about that: I'm dreaming about people I don't know, and they're not even in my dreams. Which means I'm dreaming about staring at the monitor.
Still, it beats the dream I had before that: I bought a bulk case of kleenex. That's it, that's everything. Just me and my kleenex.
It's official. I have no life.
Still, it beats the dream I had before that: I bought a bulk case of kleenex. That's it, that's everything. Just me and my kleenex.
It's official. I have no life.
posted by Impulsivecompulsive | 7:49 PM
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It all seems so hopeless when even your dreams are boring. Can it get any worse?
Well, I could have dreamed about getting nasty emails from the kleenex company. That's probably one step lower.
Heck, it's finals. It's almost over. And you know what happens after finals?
Summer!
Why don't you stop dreaming about me and let me get some sleep? Damn... I know I'm fine and all, but let's keep the fantasizing in the daytime, alright? It's only decent.
Maine: Well, let's face it, there's nothing as sexy as an imobile cartoon character, so I guess you're stuck with me dreamin' about you.
But we'll compromise. I'll stick to those daydreams if you don't fuck with my kleenex shopping sprees at night.
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