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For lack of anywhere better to post this… and for lack of anything better to write about lately… and for lack of enough self-restraint or self-respect to keep me from admitting this…

So last night I dreamed that I was in another city with my good friend Brian, and i was there to be Carrie Underwood’s hair dresser for her prom. Yes, Carrie Underwood, the latest American Idol. I remember being at her house messing around with it so she could go to some get together the night before. Other than that I was staying at some other person’s place. This other person had a couple of bowls of those candy “orange slices” that are 97% sugar and 3% gelatin. I love those things. We almost ate them all. They were in the study by the phone that we used to call Carrie. We were downtown once, lying to some store clerk about having a parking pass in our car. The car was my former Olds Firenza, the yellow rustbucket that caught on fire last year. It seemed that there were unspoken feelings between Carrie and I, which should have been odd, considering the 12 years difference in age, but it didn’t. I never got to the part when I actually did her hair for her prom, which is probably best since I don’t know how to do hair, and she’s almost done college, so what is the prom about anyhow?

I figured that was weird enough to warrant some outside interpretation, just for fun. Really though, wack. If you can put a spin on it, have at er. I won’t be offended.

Maybe it was the bbq chips right before bed.

- originally posted by glenroy