Not that I'm predictable, Or anything...

[caitri]

An email exchange from this morning with my friend Laura:

Ok, so I was dreaming last night, and I dreamed I was friends with Chris Pine, and he came to visit for dinner, then all the sudden the city we were in was under attack by a Giant Intergalactic Space Gorilla (seriously) and so Chris Pine and I were trying to get away from the GISG, and

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[tocourtdisaster]

Yes, because Tom Hardy is obviously a cockblocker and the entire reason you will never meet Chris Pine. That makes TOTAL sense.

:p

Also, that is one AWESOME dream.

[caitri]

IKR?

[gadgetorious]

That is awesome. Can I post this on my livejournal? ;)

Subquestion, why was I not invited to the dinner with Chris?? :o

I'm impressed with your restraint. You managed to ask why you weren't there SECOND.

Last night I dreamed I was married to Mark Wahlberg. I don't even particularly LIKE Mark Wahlberg. Also, there was an ocean in my dining room. I was cool with this because the Pad Thai I was on an epic quest for didn't get wet.

Sometimes I'm afraid of what my subconscious might be trying to tell me.

[caitri]

*making notes in notepad* Go onnn.

[gadgetorious]

And by "notes" you mean writing CRAZY in big letters and then doodling in the margins so you look busy. ;)

[caitri]

FWIW I'm self-aware enough to know I can't say anything about anyone else's obsessions, particularly when I add things like this to my Amazon wishlist. *sigh*