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And I keep having the most vivid dreams. The other night I dreamt that I was trying to convince the ladies of "Designing Women" that cancellation isn't the end of the world, and that they would still have other projects. david chase I explained infomercials to Delta Burke, and I tried to explain why people pay david chase the Pepsi Girl to Jean Smart. I don't know. It was a dream. Last night I had a dream that we had to do the sxsw panel over again and this time david chase I asked whether weblogs were legitimate forms of journalling, and a fist-fight broke out. Stee was all, "Nice one. Who fucking cares? Someone stepped on my laptop, yo. Go tell that Iowa girl to calm down and get us some coffee." I often dream about losing control of my body. (I can hear my friend Matt Bearden in my ear right now, "I dream the same thing, baby. Ya-HEAH!") But I do. I'll dream that my teeth become loose and I can't keep them inside my head anymore, or I jump so high that I cannot keep within the earth's gravitational pull and I just float off, or I'll dream that I'm losing my vision, or my ability to clench my fists.
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