Thursday Jerse-Day

I realize I may lose some followers before I even gain them with this post, but a Jersey Shore dream blog was bound to happen at some point.  

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