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You know how they say that drug addicts dream about drugs? And remember I told you entertainment is my drug of choice? Well, I think that's true because I dream about entertainers, movies, performing on a regular basis. Usually the last entertainer I see is the person I dream about. But last night I dreamed about people that never cross my mind and I dreamed about VD but that's 'cause he was on the Parade cover Sunday. Anyway, this is what I dreamed...
I hear two men talking outside my window, so I go outside and my neighbor is holding up this drunk man who's wearing a hoodie. I go and try and help the guy, he is beyond drunk, I mean he is just fucked up, I struggle with him, get him into my house, drop him on a bean bag (in reality I don't have one of those) and he flops back, I finally get a good look at his face and it's Vin Diesel. He was slurring his words and kept trying to grab my boob, then magically the TV is on and it's some big scandal about him. I can't remember what happened, something bad, so I let him hid out at my house, then magically I'm in a book store in Japan, I tap a woman on the shoulder and say "excuse me. Are you Cree Summer?" she says yes and I tell her how I'm a big fan blah, blah, blah. Then the next thing I know, I'm sitting in a Japanese whore house across the table from me is Kalise (SP?). Her hair is dyed green but it's still dripping wet and some spots aren't dyed. I have my head laying on Keisha Coles' shoulder and she's whispering in my hear "look at her hair, I know she doesn't think she looks good like that blah, blah, blah..." then I look at KC and her hair looks exactly like Kalise's hair. Then I'm outside of a gym working out with two little boys and one of them gets in my face and says something to me (can't remember what.) I'm making fun of this dude because he's really built and he's has no weights he's just lifting the bar and he's struggling to do it. And then I woke up. I believe I said something like "What the fuck?" I dreamed something else also, but that's way TMI! Ha-Ha.
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Remember I told you that Lt. Ford's (the monkey) dog tags fell off? Well, the thing hasn't "moved" since then! No kidding. (Okay so how much of a nut case do I sound like?) Ha-Ha!
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Let's see, I've got books, movies, music, games, paint, piano, pens, internet and guess what... I'm bored! Beyond bored! And I'm cold, and I'm hungry but I'm tired of eating (by the way, my stomach looks like I'm 15 months pregnant, no kidding). I just don't know what to do with myself. I want to go somewhere, I want to do something different. But what? Oh maybe the museum. There's a painting there, I'm not gonna tell you what it is, it's a very famous painting. When I was a little kid, I would just stare at it because that's what I thought being loved and safe should feel like. I found a place online that has prints of it, but I have a hard time paying 50 bucks for anything! I'm gonna go a head and suck it up and buy it when I get some extra cash. I think I am going to go to the museum though, not today maybe tomorrow...
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I made an OLDBOY sims house, had lots of fun! I had two men and a woman locked up but she died (okay maybe I put her bed in front of the fire place and it "accidentally" caught on fire. Ha-Ha) so now I have two women who run the business and the two guys are the prisoners. The front of the house looks like a waiting room and there's an office to the right and then the holding cells are in the back. Fun stuff! Maybe I'll go and do that. Maybe not, I'm in a strange mood.
