Sunday, September 4, 2011

C'est la vie

Good morning.

I just had a dream where my teacher asked me what I wanted to be and I said artist, but not just a hippie. So he gave me card that would let me into a secret parking lot. When I drove my truck out of it, it caused a bike crash, which caused another bike crash, and so on, and chained bike crashes all the way to France. So then me and Charles Barkley went to France to find Dwyane Wade and the Miami Heat and start a fight, but they were in Europe. So we drove a roller coaster to France and went to to Euro Disney, and that's where I looked into a window and found out I was actually Julia Roberts. But then we wanted cake because everyone who saw us wanted to party. We overheard some married couple make a cake joke like, "Do you want some leftovers from last night? Hahahahahaha!", and when I went to buy cake where they mentioned, my credit card didn't work but my debit card did. And I can't remember how, but the single largest plate glass in the world was involved.

This all probably means I'm gay.


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