Last night, I was standing near a stainless steel container house where some homeless people were sleeping, and this super dirty guy was climing up the side of it. The house became very tippy, and before I could scream out to him to CUT IT OUT, the whole house tipped over. People were screaming and I saw a man totally fall onto his face. The guy who was climbing up it sort of just laughed it off. What a jerk!
Then the whole container house drove away and I realized my pizza was still cooking inside of it. I was so angry I started to cry. Then I remembered not a lot has been happening in my life lately and I haven't had a ton of stuff to blog about and then thought, "This is totally going on my blog". And then I felt better.
And then I woke up.