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Hands down obsessed with this clip:
I really need to see this film.
Lost my date for Sigur Ros. Bummer. I really wanted to go with them.
I have a new date, but they're not really a fan, which bothers me. I don't want to put such killer seats to waste.
I need like, a boyfriend, or something. lol
P.S. Reason #23647 why I should not have days off from work: I sleep in and have crazy dreams.
Dream #1:
The Vic was burning down. BURNING DOWN! I was walking past it and saw flames bursting from the seams. I ran into Jason outside, one of the stagehands, and he was freaking the fuck out. He was going to be out of a job. Oh god. That was it for the Vic.
Dream #2:
I'm in the parking lot of my parent's house, next to my car Dinky. I'm loading Dinky up with a bunch of boxes. While I'm doing this, I hear a plane lowering up above me, like a helicopter. I also hear a bad Gwen Stefani song, coming from inside the plane. Suddenly, a guy in a suit start rappelling down from the stationary plane. Right above my head. He lands next to me, next to my pile of boxes. He tries to take a box. I yell at the guy to not take my box. He apologizes and tells me he didn't know it was my box. There is a bike nearby that belongs to my neighbor. The guy asks if the bike is mine. I tell him it's not. He grabs the bike, and gets pulled up into the plane. I stare in disbelief.
Dream #3:
I'm dreaming that I'm telling someone about the dream with the guy who stole the bike. My listener tells me I'm insane.
Click to viewI really need to see this film.
Lost my date for Sigur Ros. Bummer. I really wanted to go with them.
I have a new date, but they're not really a fan, which bothers me. I don't want to put such killer seats to waste.
I need like, a boyfriend, or something. lol
P.S. Reason #23647 why I should not have days off from work: I sleep in and have crazy dreams.
Dream #1:
The Vic was burning down. BURNING DOWN! I was walking past it and saw flames bursting from the seams. I ran into Jason outside, one of the stagehands, and he was freaking the fuck out. He was going to be out of a job. Oh god. That was it for the Vic.
Dream #2:
I'm in the parking lot of my parent's house, next to my car Dinky. I'm loading Dinky up with a bunch of boxes. While I'm doing this, I hear a plane lowering up above me, like a helicopter. I also hear a bad Gwen Stefani song, coming from inside the plane. Suddenly, a guy in a suit start rappelling down from the stationary plane. Right above my head. He lands next to me, next to my pile of boxes. He tries to take a box. I yell at the guy to not take my box. He apologizes and tells me he didn't know it was my box. There is a bike nearby that belongs to my neighbor. The guy asks if the bike is mine. I tell him it's not. He grabs the bike, and gets pulled up into the plane. I stare in disbelief.
Dream #3:
I'm dreaming that I'm telling someone about the dream with the guy who stole the bike. My listener tells me I'm insane.