Before I forget

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

I had a dream where I "won" and opportunity to "hang out" with Justin Bieber in a private suite, but we were told not to sit on the couch because there was a dead body under it.

Both of us (Justin and I) were too embarrassed to make out or anything, so we did gymnastics together. And awkwardly laughed. And occasionally hugged. And then sat on another couch while I tried booking a flight to Chicago with him.

Tragic about this not being real.