Dreams
So I've told some of you that I have been having weird dreams since I've been here. The first two weeks, those dreams mainly consisted of me being back at my office, having flown home thinking there was some emergency. Of course there's no emergency and I then have to pay another $800 to get back to Paris and miss a whole week here. Well, thankfully those have stopped but since then I've had some even stranger dreams. One involved Jonathan Rhys-Meyers that was actually quite enjoyable, ha ha. But the others . . . I don't know where they came from.
One involved this bitter, evil partner at my law firm. She is the one female partner I've worked with and she is mean, shrieky and basically a miserable bitch (those of you at the work know who I'm talking about). Well, I had a dream that I was back at work in September and she called me into her office. She asked me a bunch of interview like questions, all while being suspiciously nice, and then unceremoniously told me I was to now be her personal paralegal and would be getting her lunch and handling all of her affairs. Like a freakin personal assistant. Bascially it was the Devil Wears Prada except in this case the Devil Wears L.L. Bean and there are absolutely no perks. No free clothes, celebrities or fashion shows. Needless to say I woke up in a cold sweat.
The second one, that I had last night, involved the much anticipated wedding of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. Which is weird because I still believe that their relationship is a sham, Cruise is gay and that Suri has yet to be born to the hapless surrogate to whom they are paying $20 million. Anyway, they decided it would be easier if they just allowed the press to be at the actual ceremony and for some reason that included me. There were millions of reporters and they were taking so many pictures that the place was as bright as Times Square. I kept admonishing everyone for talking through Tom and Katie's very special day and then things got really weird. I looked up and the two of them were wearing freaky white-toga scientology get-ups with flower leis and no shoes. Next thing I know they are naked and walking towards me. Aaauuggh! Luckily I woke up before they kidnapped me and installed me in some Scientology reform center.
Anyway, it's still cold and rainy here so I haven't been doing too much. I've now read seven books and today went to one of the few English bookstores here to buy up a few more. I just wish it were warm so I could be sitting in a park instead of in my apartment or at a cafe alone but what can you do. Paris is notorious for having crappy weather. But Janna will be here in 2 days and then we can spend the rainy days getting drunk in a cafe together.
Talk to you soon. :)
One involved this bitter, evil partner at my law firm. She is the one female partner I've worked with and she is mean, shrieky and basically a miserable bitch (those of you at the work know who I'm talking about). Well, I had a dream that I was back at work in September and she called me into her office. She asked me a bunch of interview like questions, all while being suspiciously nice, and then unceremoniously told me I was to now be her personal paralegal and would be getting her lunch and handling all of her affairs. Like a freakin personal assistant. Bascially it was the Devil Wears Prada except in this case the Devil Wears L.L. Bean and there are absolutely no perks. No free clothes, celebrities or fashion shows. Needless to say I woke up in a cold sweat.
The second one, that I had last night, involved the much anticipated wedding of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. Which is weird because I still believe that their relationship is a sham, Cruise is gay and that Suri has yet to be born to the hapless surrogate to whom they are paying $20 million. Anyway, they decided it would be easier if they just allowed the press to be at the actual ceremony and for some reason that included me. There were millions of reporters and they were taking so many pictures that the place was as bright as Times Square. I kept admonishing everyone for talking through Tom and Katie's very special day and then things got really weird. I looked up and the two of them were wearing freaky white-toga scientology get-ups with flower leis and no shoes. Next thing I know they are naked and walking towards me. Aaauuggh! Luckily I woke up before they kidnapped me and installed me in some Scientology reform center.
Anyway, it's still cold and rainy here so I haven't been doing too much. I've now read seven books and today went to one of the few English bookstores here to buy up a few more. I just wish it were warm so I could be sitting in a park instead of in my apartment or at a cafe alone but what can you do. Paris is notorious for having crappy weather. But Janna will be here in 2 days and then we can spend the rainy days getting drunk in a cafe together.
Talk to you soon. :)
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