I like Eminem.
He’s cute, he’s controversial, and above all he doesn’t let people dictate who he is. Basically he doesn’t give a f**k. Let me tell you about this dream I had once, I think you’ll get a kick out of it…
In the dream, I’m living with a roommate in an apartment on the third floor of an apartment building. The television’s turned on but I’m not really paying attention to it. The phone rings, and I pick it up. A guy answers and he proceeds to ask me out. I say no and hang up. The phone rings again, I answer it, and it’s the same guy. I hang up again and this time I’m slightly annoyed. It rings a third time, and it’s the guy. I yell, “NOOOOO!!!” and throw the phone out the window, watching it fall (it has a cord) until it thuds. Then all of a sudden I hear Eminem’s voice on the television and realize that was him on the phone, asking me out on a date! I think, oh my god, and start reeling in the phone. It takes forever to get the phone, and I’m afraid he’ll have hung up by the time I get to it. “Are you still there?” I say when I have the phone to my ear. “Yes, will you go out with me?” he whispers. “Yes, I will,” I say happily. THE END
So there you have it, my very own Eminem dream. I’m special, ain’t I? LOL RACH