i am going to destroy myspace. i just wrote a long description of last night's dream. then i went and hit backspace because i hated my title and it was all lost.

maybe that's the universe's way of telling me it was too long and boring.

anyway, here's the rundown:

i spent all night in my dreamhouse screwing johnny depp's brains out and vice versa. then we walked through the woods to the beach and had a long philosophical discussion.

he lived in my house with his wife and a horde of other people. we ran up the stairs to the attic and then his wife caught us having sex. i tearfully apologized and then was ravaged again by her husband.

the dream was a nice bonus considering i don't think about johnny depp consciously unless i happen to be watching a movie with him in it, and that doesn't happen too often.

i want the house more than i ever wanted johnny depp. he's too hot to even seem real. i have dreamed of that house before. it has a gorgeous garden.

too bad i woke up. in morgantown. and my tv was on.

d'oh!