Manic Monday
Last night I had a bizarrely disturbing dream that my boyfriend was wanted by the FBI for being a homicidal maniac (I know). My father played a small part in it as well, teaching me how to beat the crap out of him to a bloody pulp in case I ran into him before the cops could. The devastatingly infuriated psychotic faces my father was making still sticks out in my head (there aren’t enough colorful words to describe it) that I am almost scared to ever have Tony over again for fear that this might not have been a dream. For some reason, thankfully, I didn’t see him at all in my dream to get the chance to beat him to death just because the Feds had said “Trexx” was on the Most Wanted list. Then my dream proceeded get creepier with some other random scary dude trying to feed me spaghetti with bloody chopped children meat sauce. Weird.
On another note, I did win a Vermont Castings Stainless Steel gas grill! Very exciting. When I told the news to my father he said, “What, you won me a girl?!” Sorry dad, she was too much paper work to fill out for taxes and had a problem with her visa, will a GRILL do it for you instead? This surprisingly wasn’t a dream though. I will be able to try out my new lean, mean, industrial grilling machine conveniently by December. Thanks ABC you truly make dreams come true…
On another note, I did win a Vermont Castings Stainless Steel gas grill! Very exciting. When I told the news to my father he said, “What, you won me a girl?!” Sorry dad, she was too much paper work to fill out for taxes and had a problem with her visa, will a GRILL do it for you instead? This surprisingly wasn’t a dream though. I will be able to try out my new lean, mean, industrial grilling machine conveniently by December. Thanks ABC you truly make dreams come true…