I dreamed ...
that Barak Obama launched a campaign to get Americans to eat more fruit for breakfast - by waking a woman up by kissing her. Also, his wife, Hilary Clinton was there. Uh-huh.
that I was staying with a family in India where I discovered that their indigenous species of chipmunk looked like a miniature raccoon and could fly like a helicopter, with popsicle stick-like propellers. They were all very, "yeah, whatever, they do that." about it.
that I was dating Doug Benson. We hugged a lot, which was like hugging a stoned, chucklesome teddy bear. Next, I dreamed that I was telling Husband about the dream and sort of making fun of Doug Benson by saying, "it would be like spending the rest of your life with someone who did this all the time-" and then I launched into what I felt was a brilliant imitation of him where I smiled with heavy eyelids and said, "Greaaaat." I really have no idea.
that I was smoking weed with husband (this doesn't actually happen) and he handed the pipe to me, telling me it was "beat". I tried to get one last hit from it and when I blew the smoke out, it came out in the shape of a cartoon donut and fell to the ground with a thud.
that I said to my sister, "We're throwing a horse in a pool full of turquoise gelatin - and you should just be grateful that's the most fucked up thing we're doing."
A coupla scams, a coupla idiots ...
This one, I sort of feel badly about ... I was being a jackass, because it was that time of night where a flip switches and I start talking nonsense and think I'm just too hilarious to live - and she was so nice about what I said. I am going straight to hell.
More of this crap:
It's Friday, and if you're not too busy getting down, or trying to decide which seat you'll take, once you're done mocking me for beating a dead joke, you might consider reading my Sims story. It's got a lot of curse words, so if you're into profanity, it's the place to be.
I'm just taking a quick break from writing part24 so I can boogie this link under the noses of anyone who hasn't read my Sims story yet. While I'm in mid-boogie, it's best to keep your arms and legs inside the car until my boogie comes to a full stop. Disembark carefully. Watch the tram car, please.
My kittens, I'll harass you with my link once more before my Valerian root kicks in and I crawl into bed. This is my Sims legacy - it's not a legacy challenge - but it has been a challenge to write b/c I'm incandescently distractable. Long story short, I was born, did many things to embarrass myself and my family, got married, had children and then I fulfilled my density by writing this blog. I hope you enjoy it.
I'm here and I brought this link. I'm sure some of you have plenty of links, you're positively over-flowing with them, filled right to the brim - but there are some people who haven't any links at all and we must think of them and encourage them to not feel any shame in taking this link. I think it's a nice one. It doesn't smell. Anymore.
Finally, can anyone figure out who this is (it's the right half of his face, mirrored):
