Lately I find myself thinking that if only I could move to the beaches of North Carolina I’d be perfectly content with my life.
tagged with dreams
I had a dream last night that Chibs house sat for me.
He accidentally killed my pet platypus and threw it away in the trash. And then it came back to life. Did I mention it was a really fucking weird dream?
Robert Sheehan has been in my dreams three nights in a row. I’m not complaining, but let’s share the love here, man. Bring back Benedict Cumberbatch, brain. Or David Tennant. Come on, work with me.
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And then Kyle Chandler took the spaceship guns in his hands and said “let’s kill these bitches.” Kaitlin was overwhelmed with love for his manly manliness and threw herself on him with passion and gusto. They made out for an hour.
- This is what my awesome friend/little writes on my Facebook wall when I tell her about a dream I had last night in which I was living in a Battlestar Galactica/Friday Night Lights/Doctor Who crossover fanfiction she wrote.
Fact 015
I’ve spent my entire life wishing I had been born in Europe. And I know that I should be thankful I’ve had the life I’ve had and had the opportunities I’ve had being an American, but the US sucks in terms of beauty, history and just about everything that isn’t television. One day I’m going to move to Europe, preferably somewhere in England, France or Italy, and it’s going to be awesome.
Had a dream last night that Neil and David lived in my neighborhood and we’re out with the babies for a walk. They said hi to me first, and somehow I had enough sense not to attack and ask them to adopt me.
I didn’t even ask for their autograph. Dream me is much more sensible and less of a spaz than real me.
