Last night, I dreamt that Boo and I had a huge fight. He was hanging out with his buddy for New Year's Eve and I walked into the bar. I went to say hi and he glared at me while shaking his head. He told me to go max out my credit cards some more because I was a stupid bitch. I took a margarita glass and slammed it on the bar, shattering it. I shook a broken shard of glass at him and told him to never, ever, in any circumstance, call me bitch again. Boo made several more appearances in my dream, and ignored me each time. When I woke up, my stomach hurt and I was damp with sweat. How bizarre is that? I don't even know where to begin in analyzing it.
In other news, I got pulled over on the way to work today. Luckily, my good looks and charm got me a warning instead of ticket. Who am I kidding? It was the boobs and nothing but the boobs. But hey, whatever works, right?
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I have to admit that I have dreams about the BF being a complete prick all the time. Kissing other women, calling me a whore...etc...but I always tell him about them. He usually laughs and says "I guess I better stay away from other women for a while" or "Guess I better not call you a whore today huh?" I'm not sure if they really mean anything. But the maxing out your credit cards bit...that's odd!
I wish my boobs got me out of tickets...I usually get pulled over my chick cops. Yikes. The only thing I've gotten recently from my huge rack is a back ache.
p.s. this word carification thing is pissing me off...I've tried it 3 times...and I'm convinced there's a few Russian letters in there...
and i can't spell. fabulous.
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