Stefanimonster

Ok...look, I really do want to make this blog work.

The only thing I remember about my dream last night is that I was supposed to be Gwen Stefani's tour manager for one night in Connecticut, which basically meant I got to hold and cuddle her unnamed, sexless baby. Gwen was kind of stand offish and mean. Then we went to a mall and I kind of don't really remember anyting.

That was a really lame dream I know. I just am sorry that I am so cyclical with this blog. I will try to be bettah.

On Cruise with Clooney

Last night my subconscious finally got it right. Sort of. I dreamt I was on a cruise with George Clooney (who wore a tux the whole time) a 35 year old lady i've never met and her six year old son. The four of us shared a cabin, and yes I shared a bed with Clooney. Walking to dinner Clooney and I spent the whole time horsing around. Needless to say, this dream wasn't a nightmare.