7.16.07

I got a text in my dream the other night that said "I will not buy the safe cage for 5 dollars, you pervert".

7.13.07

I woke myself up at 5 am today, singing (aloud) that "Mmmmm...whatcha saaay" song from the Saturday Night Live skit and now I can't get the song out of my head. I am no longer suprised at how closely associated that song is with gun violence.

6.27.07

Tim and Sage threw me a "taco party" at Smith's last night. I was really stressed out that my taco friends weren't going to show up, but they were just hiding.

6.13.07

I was the producer of a new MTV show last night and had to sing for Mandy Moore on a beach.

6.12.07

I dreamt that Tony Soprano was watching me sleep.

6.11.07

I dreamt that I babysat my friend Sarra's kids and I had to teach them life lessons. I can't remember what the lessons were.