Sometimes I wonder why I bother to write in this thing at all. Do people actually read it? I don't think so. I think it has a little more to do with vanity and egocentricism. Oh well.
I'll try to keep it moderately entertaining.
I had a dream last night that I was horseback riding, and ran into a huge compound without doors in the middle of the woods. It was near dusk and starting to get pretty dark. As I rode back to the stables, something spooked my horse and it threw me. I started hiking back (it's nighttime now) and accidentally come upon a TV studio in the middle of the woods with all the lights turned on. I'm curious, and see this older man making some kind of weird video. I catch on that he's faking a video to suck people into his cult. I get a little nervous and start to run away. He notices me, and runs after me with a carving knife. I chuck a big rock at him, hitting him in the head (knocking him out). Then I notice that it's L. Ron Hubbard. The Scientologists are trying to kill me in my dreams. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes were probably eating babies and sacrificing virgins inside the compound.
Scientologists... beware of me and my good aim! (That means you, Travolta!) Ha.
Why do I have a nasty feeling I'm suddenly going to get hordes of hate mail from all the Cruise/Holmes/Travolta fans out there?
Oh wait, no one reads my blog. Whew.
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No one? NO ONE! What the hell am I? Im more loyal to your blog than my own. *Angered, jamie whips out the batphone and calls up the scientologists and tells them to attack!*
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