I dreamt that my babiest of sisters was on America's Next Top Model. She was in the top four, about to take her picture for some other or another challenge. Her hair was straightened and dyed black with thick streaks of yellow, pulled up in a pony tail in the back with strands framing her face. (Semi-conscious me couldn't believe that my sister would look good like that; dream-me was amazed at how beautiful--and different--she looked.)
I don't know why I was allowed there, but I was visiting the set and hitting up the craft services table when I ran into one of the other girls who, despite the fact that these shows film way ahead of broadcast, I'd been following and who I thought was a right cunt. I made the mistake of telling her this to her face. Which kinda made emotional trouble for my sister. I spent the rest of the photo shoot worrying that I'd killed her chances of being the winner--what if she was too bothered to do well?--because I'd shot off my mouth. She'd never get her chance to be the next CoverGirl model! (OMG I have watched too much of this show. Dream-me was dying to see baby sis get to say "I'm America's next top model!"
I woke up to strange, repetitious blaring noises, probably from my dream, and I had to just make it stop so I punched some button on the alarm. It never came back on again. I luckily woke in time to get up and run to work.
I don't know why I was allowed there, but I was visiting the set and hitting up the craft services table when I ran into one of the other girls who, despite the fact that these shows film way ahead of broadcast, I'd been following and who I thought was a right cunt. I made the mistake of telling her this to her face. Which kinda made emotional trouble for my sister. I spent the rest of the photo shoot worrying that I'd killed her chances of being the winner--what if she was too bothered to do well?--because I'd shot off my mouth. She'd never get her chance to be the next CoverGirl model! (OMG I have watched too much of this show. Dream-me was dying to see baby sis get to say "I'm America's next top model!"
I woke up to strange, repetitious blaring noises, probably from my dream, and I had to just make it stop so I punched some button on the alarm. It never came back on again. I luckily woke in time to get up and run to work.
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Date: 2008-11-14 07:52 pm (UTC)And corpse-sniffing dogs, but I'm sure that's not related.
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Date: 2008-11-14 09:01 pm (UTC)When they're not being interesting, there are stored videos from their earlier puppyhood. (Scroll down) Hours of entertainment, I'm telling you.
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Date: 2008-11-14 09:14 pm (UTC)Especially now that I've seen this bullshit:
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Date: 2008-11-14 09:15 pm (UTC)http://cnettv.cnet.com/2001-1_53-10663.html
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