Monday, April 18, 2011

Dream Come True.

This is me.

This is my brother Jordan. (The one who is not a little girl.)

This is Mitt Romney.
This is Snoop Dogg.
What do all these people have in common?

According to my dream last night they are all the people who will survive the end of the world, apocalyptic-man-eating-fly invasion by hiding in a bunker underneath Snoop Dogg's house.

I guess, according to my subconscious, all the world will really need is a rapper, an economist, an older brother and a weird girl who blogs and writes poetry.

Things we would probably do to pass the time:

1. Try and convert Snoop Dogg to mormonism so Mormons can literally take over the world. (And flies, apparently)

2. Help Snoop Dogg come up with alternative album names to his 2009 album "Malice and Wonderland"

Suggestions: "Aurora Bore-malice", "Malice Palace"

3. Help Snoop Dogg come up with alternative album names to his 2010 album "More Malice"

Suggestions: "I'm Still Angry and I Still Have Pigtails"

4. Swat flies.

5. Wait to die off. (When your options are your brother, a 64 year old conservative or Mr. Malice, ending the entire human race is just something you are going to have to deal with.)

This is the last time I eat tacos at 1 a.m. before bed.




  1. Please write a book. I'm dead serious. Your thoughts are awesome!