Stumble it!Isn’t it a horrible thing when our dreams reflect incredibly mundane things we have to do in real life? This morning my alarm woke me up at six o’clock and then I jolted up once again at six forty-three. Apparently in the 43-minute time span that I should have used for showering, dressing and breakfast, I had time to dream about a magical adventure where I actually took my clothes the dry cleaners. Only instead of a normal cleaners it was a fashion boutique that, for some reason, (who has time for reason in dreams?) also served as a dry cleaning facility with a hefty red-boned, curly-haired monstrosity as its only employee (uh oh, very ugly versions of egos you’ve crushed via sex-rejection is never a good sign). Before accepting my dirty clothes she came on to me and tried to tempt me with promises of beautiful high fashion and couture for staggeringly low prices. By the time I awoke, I was still weighing my options.
Am I shallow?
While you’re offering I will take these Givenchy leather pants from the Fall 2008 collection, thank you.
P.S. My hair is too long and I’m in desperate need of a hair cut. Someone please just make me do it. At the very least, make me grow the balls to just do it myself; something I’ve been meaning to try for some measure of months now. Alright, alright. Within the next three days I will cut my hair. I will!
With Alotta Love,
zee zee cakes
November 18, 2008 at 7:27 am
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