The incredibly, edible dreg
Like a stupid dumbass, I watched a scary movie last night ("House of Wax", starring La Paris Hilton), and of course, it gave me a scary dream.
Well, scary or sad, however you want to look at it.
In it, Sugar had been turned into a wax figure, like in the movie. I was beside myself with anguish. Then, through some miracle, she was returned to life, and I was at the altar of some church profusely thanking God.
Then the dream segued into something where all I remember was seeing an ad for a private detective agency to find out cheating spouses run by Brooke Shields.
I need to smudge the fuck out of my room. And get some more self-tanner.
I had a new ID badge taken at work, and I look like a younger Michael Kors. All a bitchy shade of orange. Fun stuff.
