I think I may have discovered the cure for sleeplessness. Just think long and hard about a math problem. Soon your brain will become over worked and tired and you'll drift into a blissful slumber, only to dream about funky ass shit.
Speaking of dreams I had two weird ones.
Dream 1[I dreamt I was in Canadian Tire with Kim and we were searching for a broom or something and we ran into Steph, my old Tim Hortons boss and she had her big dog with her. And Steph has this unnoticeable mustache and I couldn't bring myself not to stare at it. So we stole a bunch of candles and walked out with our broom.]
Dream 2[I dreamt Dre went to my school and we were searching for my sweater and she was only at my school because she wanted to be near Tara and I was angry at her because of it.]
Dreams are odd, but when I dream I tend to remember details and some other times I cannot recall them at all.
George Foreman grills are awesome though, I'm sure everyone I've talked to knows how much I've been raving about them. They probably make the most prefect and fast grilled ham/cheese ever.
Ps. since when does Mr.T do infomercials? Badass cred down the drain? Flush.
"Just set it to cook and you're off the hook!" Or chain. A cheap tacky gold one.
Pitying you foos.
xoxo
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