Figure out the psychological implications of this one, I dare ya

[grammargirl]

Had a dream last night in which I got date-raped by Ben Affleck. He drugged my drink by way of a sticker on the underside of my glass--the drugs absorbed through my skin when I touched the sticker.

I tried reporting him to the authorities, but they were all in his pocket and didn't believe me, or weren't willing to put up with the media uproar of believing me.

So when I ran into him at the grocery store, I freaked out and threw a bunch of food at him, and then I stole his car.

Hmm... I never used to remember my dreams at all, except for the really bad nightmares. Seems like the more I write them down, the more I remember them. Keen.

(Last night my Caffeine High From Hell stopped me from being productive for the rest of the night. Luckily, Aubs stopped by the fishbowl right after I posted that to drop off my MLA book for me, and she made me eat a whole personal pizza at Pizza House. Otherwise, I'd probably still be sitting there in a daze of hunger and caffeine withdrawal. This is why I keep her around.)

Comments

[necessaryspace.livejournal.com]

Okay ... I'm curious. Did you steal his keys, or just hotwire the car?

[grammargirl.livejournal.com]

Stole his keys. Even in Melanie Dream Land I'm not nearly cool enough to know how to hotwire a car.

[necessaryspace.livejournal.com]

But look on the bright side ... stealing his keys implys that your hands are in his pocket, and that way, you can do serious, serious damage. =)