Proof that I spend way too much time hanging out at S,N and trolling my bloggin’ friends blogs? I have dreamt about two of you. Yes, you assholes have wormed your way into my subconscious. Would you like to read about my dreams? They’re incredibly
The first dream is about DK-W. Now you may think I’m a mother and DK-W is a mother lover…and you’ve done the math. You’ve added 1+1 and you’ve gotten one sexy 2. But in reality 1+1 added up to -70 jillion. Because this dream was so dumb and short I’m not even sure it qualifies as a dream. Can one have short vignettes? ‘Cuz I think that’s what it was.
I dreamt DK-W left me a message on S,N. And in my dream, I rolled over in bed, picked up my iPhone and…wait for it...read it. HOT, amirite?
Now I know your screen’s probably fogged up right now, so you may want to read the next paragraph slowly…cuz, boy, is it a doozy, and I don’t want to over-stimulate you.
The next dream stars M. Bouffant. Anyway, in my dream, I went to the foyer. I stop right in front of the front door. There’s mail! A big manilla envelope sits, waiting to be opened. It’s from Mr. Bouffant! I…open it…seductively. Inside the envelope is a collection of erotic poems. Nope. Actually it’s a list of lawyers he’s rated according to trustworthiness. I shit you not. He wants me to contact them in case my art “career” ever takes off. I believe there may be a “Call these guys, kiddo” or something like that in there.
The dog barks. I wake up. There is drool on the pillow. Sexy drool.
Now, here’s something really sexy:
|Jon Benjamin Has a Van||Weds 10:30/9:30c|
|Outtake – OCD After Dark|
I’m not doin’ RMF anymore. I’d always hoped for it to be more of an exchange of ideas about music, a conversation, instead of just links to songs that 90% of my readers rarely bothered to click on. That said, if you wanna link to a song, I won’t stop you. I just can’t guarantee I’ll comment on it.