You Ignorant Slut!

[annundriel]

This morning I had a dream in which I was buying a flower pot and the cashier was Dwight from The Office. The pot I was buying was apparently $100, so I asked him, "Can I pay that in pennies?" Dwight was a little emotional and distracted behind the counter and wouldn't answer me. I then slammed my hand on the counter and said, "Dwight! I need to know if I can pay in pennies because I need to start counting!"

And, y'know, I think I only wanted to pay in pennies to torture him. Poor Dwight.

The actual seller of flower pots turned out to be Dr. Tung. When I went back to buy another one, he's the one that helped me.

Comments

[trademybike.livejournal.com]

DUDE! Tung sold you pot......s. I knew it.

At least it wasn't John trying to sell you sexy boyband dance moves on the balcony. Oh the balcony.

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

I wrote certain parts of that post several times in an attempt to avoid sounding like I was buying pot. From Dr. Tung. Heh.

At least he's not dancing to "Hit Me Baby One More Time."

That balcony is going to witness a lot of things.

[trademybike.livejournal.com]

bahaha The balcony's gonna witness many many things. And then Rodney will join in and the balcony's gonna wish it was never built. Or it's gonna buckle under the weight of John and Rodney jumping around a la No Strings Attached and Rodney's gonna fall off.

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

Death by boyband.

You would think the Ancient architecture would be stronger, given that it's withstood some pretty heavy Wraith attacks. But the Ancients had no idea of the evil that would exist 10,000 years after they fled Atlantis. Nor that John Sheppard, gene-boy extraodinare, would bring that evil to the Pegasus galaxy in his MP3 player.

[trademybike.livejournal.com]

The boybands would infiltrate everyone in Atlantis much like the Goa'uld do.

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

This is actually really, really scary. Like, maybe John has been off on the balcony practicing his moves for an hour when Rodney finds him and mocks him and tries to hide the drool. And it's all well and good until they head through the gateroom and Weir has organized the technicians into groups of five to perform synchronized dance routines. And, let me tell ya, Rodney never wanted to see Chuck doing that with his hips.

John thinks it's terribly amusing and wonderful until he realizes they've stolen his hair gel.

[juliarchy.livejournal.com]

Dude it must be the season for weird dreams with tv show people. I had a dream last night that I was trying to kill myself by drowning (no, I'm not suicidal) and I was attatched to one of the Roloffs from Little People Big World. But they couldn't pull me up because they're LITTLE. But then Ami from Miami Ink came and saved me and we fell in love. I think I watch too much TLC.

I can just imagine Dwight being like "What do you mean, in pennies?" in his crazy voice. Funny.

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

I fairly regularly have dreams with TV people. It's odd.

The mind is a funny, funny place.