::Wow...Almost 24 Hours Since I've Slept::
I should really stop this gawd-awful habit of me not sleeping. I just can't help it sometimes. I spent 2 hours laying in bed trying to relax and read so that I could soothe myself into slumber land. Yeah...a whole lot of good that did. Friggin aye man. That bites. Me and all my hard to break bad habits. Well, as you can see, the previous layout which was on here for like 5 minutes is gone. I decided to use that for my KungFuKitten. It fits the theme WAY better than if I was to keep that on my personal blog. So yeah. I guess I'll use this janky template for a little bit, at least until I can find something I like more. So after sweeping all that shit under the rug, here I am. Writing a post at the booty crack of dawn. I got to see the sky go from navy blue to gray. It was grrrrrrrreat. Stupid marine layer. Oh...duh...I had another reason to post. The last time I was able to sleep I had this hella trippy dream that I guess might be able to qualify as my funny for this week. Not really like funny haha, but more like funny weird. Check this out:
Cast of Characters:
Me, Brenna, Mike, Minh, Luciano Povaratti (1 of the 3 tenors), Janet Jackson, and Michael Jackson. Keep in mind though that this is when Michael Jackson released his Thriller album. This isn't today's creepy as hell, nose is almost gone, eyeliner wearing Michael.
OK, so here we go. Me, Brenna, Mike, Minh, Luciano, and Janet are all apart of MJ's entourage. We go with him to this HUGE hotel. We're talking sprawling, high vaulted ceilings, expensive chandeliers and furniture, everyone was walking around in formal wear. Now that I think about it...it's really reminiscent of the ballroom in Beauty and the Beast. Michael Jackson was there to attend a benefit as one of the key speakers. We had seats behind the podium, so I was sitting between Janet and Michael. Mike was sitting next to Janet. Brenna, Minh, and Povaratti sat in the row right behind us. When it came time for Michael Jackson to present his speech, he stood at the podium for a while yapping away. The rest of us were just sitting, listening politely. All of a sudden he starts giving props, like he just won a Grammy. He was like "I'd like to thank Rochelle, my back up singer. Brenna, my producer. Mike, my DJ. Minh, my guitar player. Luciano, the best hair dresser there is. Janet, I love you sis!" So we all stood up, clapping, then we were ushered out. Somehow we ended up on the Penthouse level of the hotel. It was like a super huge mansion on top of the hotel. We all were getting ready for bed, but like MJ was trying to flirt with me. I brushed him off and he seemed fine. The next thing I know I'm in my room and there's a "Dear Jane" letter on the dresser. Michael Jackson had gone off on me about how I broke his heart. He felt all betrayed because supposedly I had a thing for one of the other guys. I'm not sure who...but my guess is that it was Povaratti because he could do hair. Then I woke up.
So, yeah! That was it. It was more weird than anything else. I mean what the hell caused me to group that bunch of people together? Lord knows why, but I was totally bugged out when I woke up from that. All right, I'll go try that sleep thing again. Good thing work isn't until 2:30.
Random Blurb: Freud would have told me that I was totally fucked in the head.
posted by Rochelle @ 7:37:00 AM
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