ha! wow. our generation is getting dated, isn't that odd? i read yours still soon. maybe i should have you analyze some of my dreams, although they are easy to read through. my last one involved my parents dropping me off for my next "life abroad" experience, which was on the moon. they were driving our old van, and tried to park it on top of a lifeguard station in santa monica. "don't do that!" i said. "it'll crash!" "oh, we're on the moon, there's no gravity," my dad said, but the mintue he put the car in park, we tipped the whole thing over.
It was awesome seeing you dudette. Oh, I later pieced it together that my kickass coworker went to your high school. (Alycia Dymond) She's a frickin stage manager. And barista. We talk about theater a lot.
(our actual conversation of discovery went like this: first, i go on your myspace, recognize her photo. think, hm. next day at work: "alycia, where did you say you were from?" "freeee--mont." "do you happen to know jenn chavez?" "uh, yeah! we were in theater together." "she was over at my house last night rockin out." "no way." )
Comments 3
And I hate to break this to you, but it was actually Blink-182.
Reply
wow.
our generation is getting dated, isn't that odd?
i read yours still soon. maybe i should have you analyze some of my dreams, although they are easy to read through. my last one involved my parents dropping me off for my next "life abroad" experience, which was on the moon. they were driving our old van, and tried to park it on top of a lifeguard station in santa monica.
"don't do that!" i said. "it'll crash!"
"oh, we're on the moon, there's no gravity," my dad said, but the mintue he put the car in park, we tipped the whole thing over.
anyway.
blink on red fez.
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
It was awesome seeing you dudette.
Oh, I later pieced it together that my kickass coworker went to your high school. (Alycia Dymond) She's a frickin stage manager. And barista. We talk about theater a lot.
(our actual conversation of discovery went like this:
first, i go on your myspace, recognize her photo. think, hm. next day at work:
"alycia, where did you say you were from?"
"freeee--mont."
"do you happen to know jenn chavez?"
"uh, yeah! we were in theater together."
"she was over at my house last night rockin out."
"no way." )
so yeah. rock on.
Reply
Leave a comment