I have weird dreams. Like suuuper odd, disturbing, mind bending, M.C. Escher meets Inception type dreams. A random one that is simple to explain involved driving a bus up a mountain so I could unlock a sock drawer with marbles. Anyway, I had the most NORMAL dream I have ever had the other night but unfortunately it involved the guys from Jersey Shore.
We start out in Vegas. (How I got here from riding in a van after breaking into an apartment in San Diego with the Kardashian's, I will never know.) I can't remember any of their names for the life of me. I am convinced this is my unconscious being mad at me for watching the show in the first place. I don't blame it. I walk next to Pauly and tell him that Ronnie is super skinny and not to tell him. Next thing I hear is, "Ron! Ron! This chick thinks yous is skinny!" They laugh. I'm a riot with the guys! We walk through crowds of people and I think, "I'm on the Jersey Shore....bitch!" The last thing I remember was asking Pauly, "Where are the 2 short girls?" and he said that they don't party anymore. I figure, "They're probably in Palm Springs." Obviously.
I wake up and think, "I see why everyone loves Pauly!" 2 minutes later I come to my senses and think, "Whaaaaat? I don't love Pauly...and what's the deal with Palm Springs?" What all of this means, I will probably never know. What I do know is that I need to cut out some reality television, ASAP.
This is as orange/tan as I could make myself. Don't I look like I'd fit in?
Cabs are heya!
Morgan
. i'm insanely excited you started a blog. i need a blog to follow isnt all about children, weddings, and the family pet. so cheers.
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