what can i say, it's been a slow day.
i don't know why i just remembered this, but a couple of nights ago i dreamed that victoria beckham came to my house and we had a playdate with our kids.
and then leonard maltin came over for the sole purpose of telling me that he was a regular reader of my blog, but that i was a horrible writer. victoria told him that he was may-juh-ly styoo-pid and threw him out of my house. i showed her the "junior high" rating of my blog from the other day and she patted me on the shoulder and gave me her shoes.
and now i'm pissed off. damn you, leonard maltin. what the fuck were you doing in MY house, in MY dream, telling ME that i'm a bad writer? if i ever see you in person, i'm going to kick you in the penis.
plus, those shoes were really cute.
i have some really weird ass fucking dreams sometimes.