so we're told this is the golden age
sometimes i have a bad habit of eating sugar before i go to bed. this is bad because first, me and sugar means MADNESS and second, because it makes me have super weird dreams.
the other night i had a drumstick and had the oddest dream ever.
i dreamt that there was a party at the loblaws in south keys and that my date for the evening was brad pitt. [obviously in dream land i'm cool enough to know brad pitt, and, furthermore, cool enough to take brad pitt to a party at loblaws].
now, brad wasn't my date
date. just my friend i brought along. [obviously not cool enough for brad pitt love in dream land].
anyways, admist the madness which was the party in the aisles of the grocery store, i lost track of brad and eventually went to bed in the frozen food section. somehow, however, i became aware that brad and my good friend liz were having a rendezvous in the frozen pea section.
the next morning, after waking up with my head on a mint-raspberry no name cheesecake, i found brad and in the manner of most excellent friends, we walked towards the train. [i heckled him for a ride in his suave car, but he said no in a nice way. maybe we were going in opposite directions? maybe i wasn't actually cool enough in dream land?]
anyways, just as we get to the train, liz appears out of no where, pecks brad on the cheek and whisks me away as brad stmbles towards his car, tongue-tied and dumbstruck, blshing like a man on fire.
in a voice that carried, i turned to liz and said:"dude, you totally bagged brad pitt!"
from now on, me and sugar have a daily date right before bed. maybe, eventually, i will be cool enough in dreamland to merit a ride home in imaginary brad pitt's suave car.