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Which Golden Girl Are You?
Don't ask why I'm wasting an entry right now but I felt it and it needs to be done.
So I swear last night the planets aligned wrong because some mildly weird shit happened. Okay it's probably totally ordinary.
Last night Laura and I saw my neighbhors house across the street get busted into by cops. He grows weed in his basement and the K-9 unit was there and everything. That's my boo! I guess we won't be going to the beach with him anytime soon, huh Kay?
So I'm having a dream about the guy whose house just got ransacked and we're cooking hotdogs together and he looks at me and goes 'so are we ever gonna hook up?'. Mind you, I've thought this guy was a pervert since he moved in, but he's nice.
I get inturrupted from my dreams with a call from this kid who got my number from someone at Westock and persisted to call me every night for a week. Now, I'm not a fan of pulling the 'never awnser or return phone-calls' trick, but I figured since I'll never see him again it's okay. Just to my luck I end up standing next to him at TITS. So he rambels for like ten minutes then I go back to bed.
My next dream: I'm at this concert and I look and Tim McIlrath from Rise Against is sitting in the back all by himself. So somehow it ends up that we're sitting next to each other and talking. I look at Connor Smith (why WOULDN'T he be in my dream too?) and ask him to take a picture of me kissing Tim's cheek. Next thing we're in a photo booth taking pics and we start to make out. Oh, crazy.
I think Matt going to a concert by himself and him having the hookup to all the bands spurred that dream. But no, I'll never be as cool as him.
What's more, I wake up to 5 random text messages.