Have a super duper new year, bbs. It has been wonderful knowing you all in 2009, it shall be even more wonderful still knowing you in 2010 ♥ (Are we allowed to start calling the years Twenty Blah now? I was so disappointed when we didn't leap right into calling 2000 Twenty Hundred.)
I'll be spending my evening with a lot of booze, a little black dress, and two of my favourite people in the world. HOORAY NEW DECADE ON THE HORIZON! I was ten at the beginning of this decade. That is a weird thing to contemplate :| (weirder still, I will be THIRTY at the beginning of the next decade.)
Anyway, enough boggling about age, here is THE VERY LAST DREAM POST OF 2009.
- I was the father of a lonely overweight kid. LIKE ALL GOOD FATHERS, I took it upon myself to murder another overweight kid in the same age range, so that the ghost of my victim could haunt my son and he would NEVER BE LONELY AGAIN. Which worked quite well, until the ghost kid escaped.
- Whilst hunting ghost kid down with my ghost net (like a butterfly net only EGADS! it is for PARANORMAL PHENOMENA!) I bumped into a middle-aged couple who were trying to get Dame Maggie Smith to have a threesome with them in their kitschy underground bunker. Lace doilies, everywhere! Maggie Smith ran away, because she is a quitter.
- It turned out the hot-for-Minerva-McGonogall couple's basement had a secret passage to THE DILLON PANTHER'S LOCKER ROOM, SURPRISE! Daniel Radcliffe plays for them now. Also, he was flamboyantly gay and refused to sit down unless the area complemented his skin tones.
- In conclusion, I think I ship homoDanRad with Tim Riggins now. BEWILDERING OTP.