Thursday, June 12, 2008

Enter the Dreamzone

I swear to all that's holy… I never ever remembered any of my dreams until this last year or so. And just my luck they're getting bizarre again.


The other night I dreamt that my best friend, Shana, had gotten a (brand) new car. Okay. Good for her (she needs it). But what the heck? Then, last night, I dreamt that Blake took me bowling and then cleaned my kitchen with maple syrup 409. Why can't I ever have a naughty dream involving the man? Why does it have to always be bowling, or dinner with bunny ears? Huh? Why? LOL

I swear, I sold all the crack and stopped smoking it!