I'm sure I have more important things to worry about, like the crisis in Gaza, but apparently, my subconscious has other plans.So last night, I had this crazy dream about how I was dating Lindsay Lohan and hiding drugs for her girlfriend Sam. I kid you not (does Sam do drugs? I have no idea. It was a dream, people!) Normally, you don't put much stock in the power of dreams, right? And then I see this news!
Whoa, I never intended to break them up! Because in my dream, even though I was dating Lindsay, I knew she was still with Samantha, and Samantha was cool with Linds and I being together. Polyamory is very trendy these days.
I guess after that beach picnic the 3 of us had, everything went sour. I should've known something was up. Lindsay acted like she was cool with all, but no. I had bought a gift for Sam but not for her! Lindsay is such the attention whore.
Anyways, she played it off. But then at the Chick-Fil-A, I realized I was still holding onto the crack that Samantha had bought for herself (does she not have pockets?). I had to keep this from Lindsay because--I guess she would want the crack for herself? As we walked out the door, I tried to slip the crack to Sam but dropped it on the floor.
Then there was some dream interlude about comic books and my mother--and then I'm outside driving away with Lindsay while Sam is on her knees in Chick-Fil-A still searching the floor for the crack!
See--their break-up is all my fault! Or maybe it was the cough medicine I had.....
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