Wow. Last night's dreams were a mix of awesome and not so awesome.
I'm at a party, all dressed up, when I notice Martin Starr and Scott Grimes chatting together and having a drink. I really want to meet SG first, but figure I'll start a bit smaller and talk to MS. We chat a bit then he agrees to take a picture with me. After he goes off I finally get the courage to approach SG. I introduce myself and he asks me to join him for a drink. "I don't drink.... I mean beer. I don't drink beer." Yeah, I'm a class act. I don't know how it happened but we got on the subject of makeup. I mentioned that I never wear it and he says "good, because you're beautiful." SQUEEEEEEE! Of course I blush and mumble a thanks. Then he agrees to take a picture with me. What a nice guy!
After my super awesome meeting with those guys I decide to go for a bike ride. I ride through the woods to a day spa where Michael and my sister-in-law are chilling. Sarah's doing yoga so I attempt to follow along. Umm, yeah, that doesn't end well. I fell. (much like I did last night doing Centergy) Michael then pulls me to the side and says he was told he needed to find a different place to stay since he was raped. WTF?! Apparently the spa doesn't like rape victims. Wow, way to be sensitive guys. Also, someone attacked my husband?? I will end them.
And then my alarm went off, waking me from what little sleep I'd had. Sigh. But hey, SCOTT GRIMES.
This started out as a way to remember the weird dreams I had at night. Now it's become an outlet to get out my infertility frustrations. Enjoy. Or suck it. I don't care.
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Thursday, August 11, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
A Doctor, Musician, and Captain...
... all walk into a bar. Kidding, they were all in my dream. And not those characters exactly, but the actors who portray them. Scott Grimes, Bob Guiney, and Nathan Fillion. Oh yeah....
I'm hanging out at home when the doorbell rings. At my door? Scott Grimes and Bob Guiney. They smelled my delicious southern cookin' and felt like stopping by. I get them seated at my table and serve them like a good southern gal does. While we're eating my friend's daughter pops her head out of a bedroom and wants to know why she can't find her doll. I excuse myself from the table and find it for her. When I get back Scott's gone and Bob's doing the dishes. Of course I'm sad one of hotness has left but hey, I still have Bob! The door knocks *again* only this time it's Nathan Fillion! He also smelled my yummy food and wanted a taste (I just realized that all sounds dirty. It's not. I promise. I'm a good girl, I am!). So Bob's washing dishes and I'm eating with Nathan. Jodi Benson is there too. Who is she? Well, she was the voice of Ariel in The Little Mermaid. We also share a birthday. Which I pointed out. And in my dream she was married to Nathan (lucky girl).
Then my STUPID alarm clock goes off. a;foiaj43kj321-08uj That's my angry type. That'll teach me to stay up super late watching Doctor Who...
I'm hanging out at home when the doorbell rings. At my door? Scott Grimes and Bob Guiney. They smelled my delicious southern cookin' and felt like stopping by. I get them seated at my table and serve them like a good southern gal does. While we're eating my friend's daughter pops her head out of a bedroom and wants to know why she can't find her doll. I excuse myself from the table and find it for her. When I get back Scott's gone and Bob's doing the dishes. Of course I'm sad one of hotness has left but hey, I still have Bob! The door knocks *again* only this time it's Nathan Fillion! He also smelled my yummy food and wanted a taste (I just realized that all sounds dirty. It's not. I promise. I'm a good girl, I am!). So Bob's washing dishes and I'm eating with Nathan. Jodi Benson is there too. Who is she? Well, she was the voice of Ariel in The Little Mermaid. We also share a birthday. Which I pointed out. And in my dream she was married to Nathan (lucky girl).
Then my STUPID alarm clock goes off. a;foiaj43kj321-08uj That's my angry type. That'll teach me to stay up super late watching Doctor Who...
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