thats not what I asked you
I didn’t get the job. I called to inquire about some forms she had asked me to fill out and the HR gal broke the news to me. It was a bit of a shock since I didn’t even know that they were considering another person.
Oh well… I was having misgivings about it anyway so this is probably good news.
dreams… part deux
i’m a little scared. I know that I’m just a normal mid-western boy (for now) and that I’m nothing special, but I’m beginning to wonder why the celebs are starting to flock to my dreams. Celebs I haven’t thought of or even cared about are now making guest appearances in my nightly dreams. I can only hope they are working at scale. There was the bit about Madonna and Edie Falco the other night, and then last night… well, it went something like this.
I was sitting in my kitchen eating my fruit loops (I swear that’s what I was eating in my dream), when there was a loud noise that startled me. Thankfully, I have cat like reflexes because there was something flying straight at my head. Doing a little Uma Thurman, Kill Bill styled movement, I dodged the item only to see it strike the cabinet behind my head. It was a half moon shaped metal thing. Some sort of improvised throwing, um… moon(?).
Quickly jumping to my feet and going into my Hi-Karate stance I see Halle Berry about to throw yet another, um… moon.
Needless to say, the ensuing knife fight and sword play was quite riveting and exhausting. There were, um… moons, stuck to everything they hit and a real mess was left for me to clean up. Miss Berry died valiantly if there is such a way to die.
I yet again woke with a start and thought to myself… “What the f… did I eat before bed?!?”