You put Paula Deen on a porpoise, and made it on the Huffington Post.
Dreams where you wake up into other dreams where you realize you’re dreaming but can’t wake up. Dreams where you tell people to send Leonardo if you don’t wake up. Dreams where you take Photobooth pictures of your large, full breasts. Dreams where you don’t tell someone no when you know you have to. Dreams about awkward freelancers. Dreams about being in college. Dreams about New York.
Har har har
The other night I had a dream I was looking out the window at work and saw Colin standing on the roof across the way. I smiled and wondered if he’d think me weird for staring at him at work. Then I saw Ois ride his bike up the alley and go inside.
That’s at least my second dream merging Quinnford + Scout and my office. Not sure why my brain overlaps the two. Design? Perhaps.