I Dreamed a Dream and My Back Hurts
The office chair at work and I have been battling over the past three and a half weeks. It is winning. With about two hours to go in my shift, my back started hurting. Like wooooah! I had a hard time - well, basically - moving. It's a little better now. I think it's muscular. But I'm pretty sure it's the chair. It's the crappiest office chair I've ever had the displeasure of sitting in.
Hopefully, it'll feel better by the morning.
But enough of that. I had a dream with Bear Grylls last night! Don't get excited. lol I never have any dreams of that caliber...ever.
We were at a party. Lots of people I don't even remember. I saw him sitting on a couch next to someone else. I plopped myself right down next to him, introduced myself. We got to talking because basically, the couch we were on caused us to sort of...smash up against each other. He didn't mind. I also managed to keep up my confidence and the conversation with him. He, of course, was very sweet.
I remember taking his hand and telling him how much I was looking forward to Worse Case Scenario with him. Again, he was very sweet. That's basically all I remember.
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So, yesterday I wandered around the internet in search of some updated pictures of the Daniel Radcliffe. I'm in an HP/General Brit guy mood, I suppose. (When am I not?) Heh. I found some stuff. Oh my good-holy-crap-on-a-cracker, I found stuff - clicky:
He has no right - within any scope of the imagination does he have a right to LOOK like that! Ever! His only downfall is his height. I could fold him up and put him in my purse.
Hopefully, it'll feel better by the morning.
But enough of that. I had a dream with Bear Grylls last night! Don't get excited. lol I never have any dreams of that caliber...ever.
We were at a party. Lots of people I don't even remember. I saw him sitting on a couch next to someone else. I plopped myself right down next to him, introduced myself. We got to talking because basically, the couch we were on caused us to sort of...smash up against each other. He didn't mind. I also managed to keep up my confidence and the conversation with him. He, of course, was very sweet.
I remember taking his hand and telling him how much I was looking forward to Worse Case Scenario with him. Again, he was very sweet. That's basically all I remember.
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So, yesterday I wandered around the internet in search of some updated pictures of the Daniel Radcliffe. I'm in an HP/General Brit guy mood, I suppose. (When am I not?) Heh. I found some stuff. Oh my good-holy-crap-on-a-cracker, I found stuff - clicky:
He has no right - within any scope of the imagination does he have a right to LOOK like that! Ever! His only downfall is his height. I could fold him up and put him in my purse.