enamoured | if you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.

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.