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Jan. 28th, 2005 05:46 am.....
Why is it that the morning after my Rabbit Hole post is the morning when I have the weird-ass dream about moving to Hollywood, getting into a discussion with some director whose identity I have now forgotten (some big-shot director is all I remember) and my mother about whether or not I can leave that three-eyed frog in the road, and then getting quizzed on my ballet skills by Tom Cruise.
Who didn't actually look all that cute in person. Come to think of it, he doesn't actually look all that cute now that I'm grown up.
Huh.
ETA: And for our next showing of Crack-Dream Theatre, we have a horror flick! Decapitations! Angry and ominous fly-buzzing noises! Scary powerful small children! Fun the whole brain-family can enjoy.
Fuck.
Why is it that the morning after my Rabbit Hole post is the morning when I have the weird-ass dream about moving to Hollywood, getting into a discussion with some director whose identity I have now forgotten (some big-shot director is all I remember) and my mother about whether or not I can leave that three-eyed frog in the road, and then getting quizzed on my ballet skills by Tom Cruise.
Who didn't actually look all that cute in person. Come to think of it, he doesn't actually look all that cute now that I'm grown up.
Huh.
ETA: And for our next showing of Crack-Dream Theatre, we have a horror flick! Decapitations! Angry and ominous fly-buzzing noises! Scary powerful small children! Fun the whole brain-family can enjoy.
Fuck.
