I dreamed that pre-surgeries Michael Jackson and I and several other people were doing some sort of group activity or quest or wandering a mall or I really have no idea what. Now, normally when I dream about hanging out wis a celebrity like that, there’s some sort of romantic or sexual tension between me and the celebrity. But for some reason in this case, MJ spent most of the dream making fun of me. Then some psychopath came in wis a knife and stabbed him. She wanted to stab me next, obviously unaware of how much ass I kick in my dreams; I wrested the knife from her and killed her, then rushed to Michael’s side. But it was too late. No mas Michael.
Today’s awesome Chacha questions: “How often do you find yourself marveling at the stupidy of the contemporary adolescent mind.” and “Is there a july 4th in england?”