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.
wow. here is my dream from last nite: the phone rang and I answered it and they wanted to bring a gift and what should they bring, I said "just don't bring a sweater". Then Bill Harsha took the phone and the people in the room asked me what I meant, "just don't bring a sweater." I said it was because I remember an episode of Seinfeld where George brought a sweater as a gift. But before that George went to the bathroom and in the mirror he saw an old ladies' body in the tub. He freaked out and immediately started CPR, but he fell into the tub and the people who put her there came into the bathroom and found George on top of her and were so disgusted seeing him kissing her. So he was trying to explain that he thought she was still alive and was doing CPR, but then they looked down and George's fly was open (because, remember, he was going to the bathroom) and then they were REALLY disgusted, and he was trying to explain and they didn't believe him and he was such an outcast, and then he gave them the sweater gift he brought but they were not impressed. That was my dream. And what woke me up was the bed shaking from me laughing.
I don't know if you and Kady should be hanging out together so much.
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