At least that's how my subconscious saw it in last night's dream. Kim and I were in a car, driving in a horrible neighborhood. Well, Kim was at the wheel. Her crazy ass got us in the bad place."I *love* your show. Your mom is awesome!" I gushed in typical Dish fashion. In waking life, I don't watch her show and find the mother to be pleasant on camera but a little fame-hoggy to undergo public face-lift for Kim's wedding. Oh yeah, me too.
Kim and I sat around while we texted. Two thugs approached the car and harassed us because we're so beautiful. Kim got scared, I threatened the police and Kim pressed on the gas. We sailed through the city streets together. She was shaken, but I remained cool as a cucumber. "You got through it," I said. "And you're getting married! Think of that. Not this."
This seemed to make her feel better. Aren't I nice? This morning, I feel the glow of friendship for Kim and wish her the best in her upcoming marriage.
It's so sad that your beautiful brain has had it's dreams invaded but that COWdasian....
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