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Thoughts of a dying humourist
Friday, May 19, 2006



I dream of....Mikey?

Sheesh. Yes you read correctly. I had a nightmare about waitressing (im beginning to think I really do have a fear of going to back to that) and I had 9 tables, but I only got around to one .....the one where Mike was sitting with a few other people (the faces blurred, as dreams go).
And what was really strange is, he ordered like ....5 starters and said that he would tell me the mains later....Mr Creosote before his lardy days? You tell me! Mind you, he was very nice about it.
Afterwards I fell asleep and when I woke up I was drowning in Sprite.

Pop culture and waitressing has very much screwed me up.
Anni
20:39
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