Last night, I dreamed Charlie Sheen was trying to get me to help him steal drugs and hide money. For some reason, the money was in the form of a $10,000 check. I successfully hid the check in a super secret place...my wallet..., but I forgot where I hid the drugs. Luckily, the drug guys and the police who were chasing us didn’t care about me, they were only after Charlie.
When I got bored with Charlie’s bullshit, my dream changed to me hanging out with the boy next door who I grew up with. We got married, but I kept forgetting to tell people I was married. Probably not a good way to start a marriage.
With all the running around with Charlie Sheen and the stress from my secret marriage, I woke up feeling like I had been...well...running from the cops with Charlie Sheen and hiding a secret marriage all night.
Thanks a lot for ruining my sleepy time, Charlie Sheen, and sorry about the whole secret marriage thing, Steve.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Last week I was involved in an event which required coordinating people from Austin, Lake Charles, Hawaii and points local to meet at a specific location at a specific time.
This morning, through a brief e-mail exchange, two of my chick friends and I were able to take the first steps in fulfilling our destiny to stalk...I mean...to meet...Adam Levine in September at The Woodlands.
Do you have any idea how complicated it would have been to accomplish these tasks without e-mail? Without Facebook? I'm sure that you do.
I have a friend who is not on Facebook, who does not "do texting" and who constantly informs me, "I never read my e-mail." It gets on my last nerve any time I have to contact that woman for anything. Did you hear/read what I just said/wrote? It annoys me to have to pick up a teeny tiny cell phone, punch a few numbers and say actual words in my actual voice to a dear friend.
I'm such a cyber bitch.