Badgers, Socks, Nudie Bills and Another Crazy Dream

Badgers, Socks, Nudie Bills and Another Crazy Dream

What was it they say about simple pleasures... (it's not pron but you need sound)

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No really. I love badger badger badger badger. And muuuuushroom muuushroom. Mushrooms, not mushroom heads, though those rock too. And yes, I realize the shit is stupid and obnoxious but I'm still a fan. England England!! Incidentally, I wonder why there's a "scary snake" in the flash program. Isn't the natural enemy of the badger (besides man) the wolverine? As in the animal, not the X-Men.

There are two things that act as Kryptonite to me in everyday matters:

-Not having socks on.
-Not being able to put lotion on my hands after I wash and dry them.

I can't function properly if either of these things happens. Socklessness is not an issue if I'm rocking a pair of open-toed heels, but it is if I'm putzing around at home. The lotion Kryptonite is much stronger though. I can't even listen to a word anyone says if I'm running around hunting for lotion after washing my hands. NOW you guys know I'm a freak.

Hopefully this story about fake pron Euros being passed off as real money is true. Because that is just pretty damn hysterical. I'm going to try and get into Eurodisney one day with a thick wad of nudie bills.

I had yet another crazy dream a few nights ago. I dreamt I was in Vegas, waiting for my high school boyfriend Gerald to get out of some meeting. But he was taking too long so I went back to my hotel room and my dad was there watching TV. He said he needed to run an errand so we got into a taxi and pulled in front of this decrepit building. During the drive I realized we weren't in Vegas we were in Tokyo. We enter the building and it's a combination Asian marketplace and movie theatre. Like there are barrels of chicken feet and dried deer dicks everywhere and dead pigs hanging from various vendor stalls.

So we go upstairs and to the left and right are doors leading into huge, dirty co-ed bathrooms. Right in the middle is the door leading to the theatre, and the sign above says the movie is called... (I kid you not)... KUNG FU HUSTLE AND FLOW. Okay stop laughing. We settle down to watch and then as usual, my dream becomes the movie. The chick who's supposed to be me (who I will heretofore refer to as Dream Me) works for some high council, kind of like a Chinese Mafia fighting for good but a bit corrupt.

They send me to investigate some bad ass assassin and it turns out he is a she. I report to the council that she's a vigilante but definitely not a villain. They are relieved and decide to leave the assassin alone. Until I accidentally let slip that she's female. The council freaks out and sends out all our best assasins to kill her, ignoring me when I say we should instead recruit her. I go out to try and save her but get sidetracked (probably by food) and when I get there it's massive carnage.

Two of our assassins have severely wounded one tiger assassin and a 6-year-old child assassin protecting the vigilantress, but out of remorse they heal them with this green light emanating from their own bodies.

Then I woke up.

P.S. - Thanks for the "souvenir" from your trip Min. Duty Free rocks!! And more importantly, welcome back to the blogging world. I knew you couldn't stay away.