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OH MY GOD. Who bought me more icon space?! WHO?! That is so very friggin' nice of you and appreciate it SO much!
God, I sound shrill. If that sentence were read aloud, I'd be screaming.
My dreams are a wonderfully messed up place. Back in the day, I averaged at least three or four dreams that somehow involved various members of the Backstreet Boys a week. Since then, I haven't been able to capitalize on multiple dreams about any pop culture-related people and or things. I don't dream about hot famous guys as much as I used to, which is just kind of sad.
But anyway. I had a really weird dream a few hours ago. I was working for some magazine or news show, and they were doing a feature on Josh Holloway and we got to interview him and his wife. I was very pissed because I had to do a spread in my magazine on Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. My mom was working with me, and she gave me two tubes of their nail polish (they were attached by a cardboard thingie and had pictures of MK and A on them, looking like go-go dancing zombies) and said, "We need a name for this story." I was tossing out ideas and she was shooting them down, and finally I noticed that Mary-Kate's nail polish was red and Ashley's was pink (something like that) and I said, "I got it. 'Sugar and Spice'." And she looked at me like I was a moron.
Apparently, in my dreams, I am Oprah.
Nickelodeon watchers: is that Jamie-Lynn Spears on that new show Zoey 101? Cri. Key. She looks too much like Britney for comfort.
I have exactly $100 left of my money. I bought this very nice white coat at Old Navy yesterday, and a pair of boots that were only $10 at Wal-Mart. I don't know why I'm saving that last hundred... oh yeah, I went to the mall and I saw the Best Fedora Ever at Torrid. It's black and has rhinestones around it. I almost bought it, but it was $25 and when I get down to $100 left, I get stingy. But still, I want that hat more than I can articulate.
God, I sound shrill. If that sentence were read aloud, I'd be screaming.
My dreams are a wonderfully messed up place. Back in the day, I averaged at least three or four dreams that somehow involved various members of the Backstreet Boys a week. Since then, I haven't been able to capitalize on multiple dreams about any pop culture-related people and or things. I don't dream about hot famous guys as much as I used to, which is just kind of sad.
But anyway. I had a really weird dream a few hours ago. I was working for some magazine or news show, and they were doing a feature on Josh Holloway and we got to interview him and his wife. I was very pissed because I had to do a spread in my magazine on Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. My mom was working with me, and she gave me two tubes of their nail polish (they were attached by a cardboard thingie and had pictures of MK and A on them, looking like go-go dancing zombies) and said, "We need a name for this story." I was tossing out ideas and she was shooting them down, and finally I noticed that Mary-Kate's nail polish was red and Ashley's was pink (something like that) and I said, "I got it. 'Sugar and Spice'." And she looked at me like I was a moron.
Apparently, in my dreams, I am Oprah.
Nickelodeon watchers: is that Jamie-Lynn Spears on that new show Zoey 101? Cri. Key. She looks too much like Britney for comfort.
I have exactly $100 left of my money. I bought this very nice white coat at Old Navy yesterday, and a pair of boots that were only $10 at Wal-Mart. I don't know why I'm saving that last hundred... oh yeah, I went to the mall and I saw the Best Fedora Ever at Torrid. It's black and has rhinestones around it. I almost bought it, but it was $25 and when I get down to $100 left, I get stingy. But still, I want that hat more than I can articulate.
