Seven days meme, day seven
Sep. 13th, 2009 11:22 amMeme, stolen from
tanisafan
day 01 | a song
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy
I was thinking about doing a picspam, but I'm saving that for my 1.000th lj-post (FYI: this is #994). Instead I decided to do something unexpected, even if it doesn't necessarily 'tickle my fancy' (oooh-ah) so when I woke up this morning feeling a little disturbed, I figured I'd tell you about my dream. This was written in one go; watch me while I discover my inner most secret....
I don't usually remember my dreams. I don't think they have any meaning, so there is no need to analyze. If I do wake up in the middle of one of them I almost always know why the subject was on my mind. Not so much last night though. I haven't got a clue where this came from.
For some reason Ryan Ross (formerly from Panic! At The Disco) was walking in front of me (I seemed to be leading him out of my office) and I noticed the labels from both his shirt and his vest were hanging out, so I stopped him to tug them in. (As you do) Then I said something about catching him before going down the stairs and he corrected me saying 'steps'. I gave him a look, repeating 'stairs' ('cause I ain't stupid, stupid) and he insisted I should say 'steps'.
Ehm. Yeah. WTF ROSS. I am not amused. There is a reason I ignore you in (online) life. I still think you wrote brilliant lyrics and am forever in awe for your contribution to the music scene, but I choose not to follow you around on your current trip to self discovery. Because I've never cared much for people who take the road you're on right now.
Anyway: I do not deal with you when I'm awake, so how come you are popping up at night?
Oh. Right. Unresolved issues, maybe? Djeez. ApparentlyI care more about you I'm more of a fangirl than I'd like to admit.
Shit. Consider this the first and last dream I tell you about. It's also the one and only opportunity you get tomake fun of me analyze me. *hides*
day 01 | a song
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy
I was thinking about doing a picspam, but I'm saving that for my 1.000th lj-post (FYI: this is #994). Instead I decided to do something unexpected, even if it doesn't necessarily 'tickle my fancy' (oooh-ah) so when I woke up this morning feeling a little disturbed, I figured I'd tell you about my dream. This was written in one go; watch me while I discover my inner most secret....
I don't usually remember my dreams. I don't think they have any meaning, so there is no need to analyze. If I do wake up in the middle of one of them I almost always know why the subject was on my mind. Not so much last night though. I haven't got a clue where this came from.
For some reason Ryan Ross (formerly from Panic! At The Disco) was walking in front of me (I seemed to be leading him out of my office) and I noticed the labels from both his shirt and his vest were hanging out, so I stopped him to tug them in. (As you do) Then I said something about catching him before going down the stairs and he corrected me saying 'steps'. I gave him a look, repeating 'stairs' ('cause I ain't stupid, stupid) and he insisted I should say 'steps'.
Ehm. Yeah. WTF ROSS. I am not amused. There is a reason I ignore you in (online) life. I still think you wrote brilliant lyrics and am forever in awe for your contribution to the music scene, but I choose not to follow you around on your current trip to self discovery. Because I've never cared much for people who take the road you're on right now.
Anyway: I do not deal with you when I'm awake, so how come you are popping up at night?
Oh. Right. Unresolved issues, maybe? Djeez. Apparently
Shit. Consider this the first and last dream I tell you about. It's also the one and only opportunity you get to