Freud only knows why we dream about the things we do. And maybe I shouldn’t have invoked Freudian psychoanalysis on this weird subconscious wish fulfillment? (Gah, I hope not.)
Basically, there was a new product on the market for owners of Dyson vacuum cleaners. If you felt your little sucker wasn’t original enough, you could purchase decal kits to spice yours up. For example:
Because sure why not.
Nonetheless, I don’t remember if I invented them or rushed out to purchase a Dyson Decal pack, but I dreamt about ’em.
There was another dream I had, and I know it was an enlightening one. Basically, I sent an email to a blog, and the authors behind it emailed me back a response like this:
We will post your lazily written letter, but shame on your lazy writing.
The editors somehow got a hold of my cell phone number and they called to give me advice. The advice they gave me was priceless, and I woke up between my snooze-a-thon fully recalling their nugget of insight.
Damn. I can’t remember it anymore.
So let me get this straight... you cannot even drink beer?
You know what… I’m kind of digging this blog thing. I’m thinking about asking my site if she wants to go steady. I already have the promise ring, and my letter sweater is sure to keep her warm on cold nights when we go walking in the moonlight, my arm over her shoulder, my hand feeling her up. And I’m serious about it too. How can I prove it? These are some sites I wanted to start, but I’m cutting off communication with them immediately, even though I heard they do put out on the first post:
Slogan: Another Way of Saying Hissy Fit
Purpose: An outlet to bitch and moan about things other people quite frankly could care less about. I’ve decided that’s what this site is for. And I’m sure you could care less.
Slogan: Porn Reviews In Fifteen Minute Intervals
Purpose: To make money… and have an excuse for watching a ton of porn. The reason why I abandoned this concept is simple – I didn’t want to embark down that path. That path being having to watch the entire DVD.
Slogan: Munching at Midnight like a Mischievous Mogwai
Purpose: Who the hell knows? But isn’t Gizmo so cute?