Last night I had a dream that I was on a reality TV show to date Justin Timberlake. I made it to the top two (met the family and everything) and then he picked the other girl. I wanted to hate her, but she and I had become friends during the taping of the show and I felt that if I didnt win, she would have been the only other person I would have rooted for. I felt truly heartbroken as I was leaving the mansion, however, there was no limo ride in which I experience a tearful reflection on our time together and confess that I really, truly fell in love with him - I simply drove myself home in my own car. I think I stopped for a cheeseburger somewhere along the way.
Still no phone. Still enjoying sweet, sweet solitude.
xo
2 comments:
See, the interesting thing is, I don't think this dreams speaks to any deep-seated psychological condition or longing. You probably just want to get it on with JT, right? And that's understandable!
Well-played, C's unconscious. Well-played.
Oh, who doesnt want to get it on with JT? I mean, the man is beautiful. And hes one of the only white boys that can dance.
Next time Im hoping for a more x-rated version of this dream. You know, one in which we actually get it on.
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