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Monday, February 28, 2005

Where I order the expensive lasagna 
I don't remember much of my dream. I remember going to a mall with my family, except my mother was Julie Andrews, except her name was really Tookie. Then I went off to get dinner for myself, so I went into this dingy little Italian restaurant. I had a sense of having been there before. I decided to order the lasagna, which was $7.25 for one tiny little slice. Dad showed up and said, "Oh, yeah, you were here before when we came to this mall!" And I felt stupid about spending that much money on lasagna, so I tried to excuse myself by saying, "Well, the lasagna is REALLY good..." And because there were only like two tables in this restaurant, I ended up being seated next this really huge, disgusting guy who SHOVELED all his food into his mouth.

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