Have Any Dreams You'd Like to Sell?

I don't like to talk about relationships on the blog, mainly because they always eventually end and I don't like to look back at past entries and be sad, but also partly because it's kind of disrespectful to whomever I'm dating at the time to do so. That said, Michiko is wearing an incredibly wacky (that's the only word for it, really) Ben and Jerry's shirt today. It has a picture of a cow and a pasture on it, and it's so cute.

Okay, enough of that bullshit.

Speaking of t-shirts, I saw a dude on the bus this morning wearing a Shawn Michaels tee. The back says "Many Are Called But Few Are Chosen" or something like that, while the front is just "HBK" only the letters are wrapped in THORNS. I understand that Shawn is a religious guy, and that's fine, but isn't that kind of imagery comparing him to, rather than being reverent of, Jesus? Here, you decide.



I'm disappointed in my imagination lately. I only seem to have insane dreams when I drink these days. Here's what I had to contend with last night. I was doing some kind of research in a spooky old house, possibly for Danny Glover (he was involved, but not entirely sure what his role was), and in the dream I kept being afraid of going into certain rooms, looking out certain windows, etc. But then, I had COURAGE... and nothing happened. Seriously. I convinced myself in the dream that the supernatural didn't exist, and indeed, I went unmolested by all manner of beasties as I did my research.

WHAT THE H!?

This is a DREAM. I should be besieged by horrible creatures at every turn in a haunted house scenario. Where were the zombies!?




Vampires!?


Whoa. Vampire Willow is a 2.

Werewolves?



GHOSTS?



Hell, I'd have taken a good old fashioned Psycho Killer.



NOTHIN'. Life went about its scheduled course! It's enough to drive a man to drink, I swear to God. Thank Jenna for keeping me strong and sober at least four days a week.

We're under the two week mark now, with THIRTEEN DAYS remaining until The Office Season 3 is helping me to stare at CRTs for days on end!


I know what you're thinkin', Krasinski. Don't you do it.