i just remembered dreams!
the only part of last night I can think of is that I was going somewhere, and had to walk past a group of beggars. They were all threadbare and crippled, and I awkwardly averted my eyes so I wouldn't have to admit I had nothing for them.
Night before though...
While on some kind of school trip in somebody's mansion, I snuck into a bathroom and slept with Stephen Colbert on the bath mat. Slept with, in all senses of the word. (When I told Emily this she laughed and said, "of all people! I mean, at least Jon Stewart is hot, why not him?") This house was gorgeous and opulent, though. The bathroom had a clawfoot tub, fine porcelain tiling, and rich, dark blue accents. In the morning, the bus left without us--except Stephen Colbert was now some random kid--and I freaked out that the group had trashed some people's house and just left it. When I went out into the back courtyard, however, I found my family sitting at a beautiful cherry table, eating breakfast. I told them the mansion's owners would return any moment, but my mom pishposhed at me and told me to take a seat. I proceeded to eat the best food I ever tasted, all brought to us by servants dressed in the classic plainservant style. I don't remember specifics anymore (except for some kind of chocolate spice bread), just groaning in ecstasy at every bite of every dish. And we ate a lot.
Night before though...
While on some kind of school trip in somebody's mansion, I snuck into a bathroom and slept with Stephen Colbert on the bath mat. Slept with, in all senses of the word. (When I told Emily this she laughed and said, "of all people! I mean, at least Jon Stewart is hot, why not him?") This house was gorgeous and opulent, though. The bathroom had a clawfoot tub, fine porcelain tiling, and rich, dark blue accents. In the morning, the bus left without us--except Stephen Colbert was now some random kid--and I freaked out that the group had trashed some people's house and just left it. When I went out into the back courtyard, however, I found my family sitting at a beautiful cherry table, eating breakfast. I told them the mansion's owners would return any moment, but my mom pishposhed at me and told me to take a seat. I proceeded to eat the best food I ever tasted, all brought to us by servants dressed in the classic plainservant style. I don't remember specifics anymore (except for some kind of chocolate spice bread), just groaning in ecstasy at every bite of every dish. And we ate a lot.