Though I don’t remember the plot, I remember that my dream last night included Phi (we were working in the same office), Lindsey Lohan (can’t remember how she fit), and a hit song by Air Supply (and, contrary to what is usually the case when a song makes its way into my dream, there’s no way it was playing in the background while I was sleeping). My mind is going to waste some time trying to fit these particular pieces together.
July 7, 2010
-{8:47 am}-
Trying To Figure Out How These Fit
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I’m reminded of the movie “Chasing Amy,” specifically the “Miss Finger-Cuffs” nickname.
I’m so bad…
Comment by Kirk — July 7, 2010 @ 9:53 pm
This is vaguely reminiscent of those make-up-a-story-about-this-picture psych profiles.
In which vein:
Trumwill and Phi come to fisticuffs over the prostrate body of Lindsey Lohan, arguing over who would be the one to deliver mouth-to-mouth after her latest drug overdose.
It’s scary what that says about me. OTOH, I did manage to work in an “air supply” reference.
Comment by ? — July 9, 2010 @ 2:42 pm