The past few nights, the main characters in my dreams have been real people who are known to possess, shall we say, a distinct distaste for me. These dreams revolve around me trying to win their attention/affection (to no avail) and I invariably wake up feeling gross. You know, that extra weight right in the middle of your chest?
To these folks, this grossness, these dreams, I say:
Hate on, haters - just let a fat lady sleep in peace.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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