Well, I really have nothing interesting to report except the crazy, crazy dream I had last night.

Well, I was in NYC and was about to marry Aaron in St. Patrick's Cathedral. I found this a little bit disturbing, as I don't really know him and of course I figured hornstar would not be too happy. But, I had succumbed to the power of the pretty ring on my finger (the One Ring, if you will), and decided to go ahead and change into my wedding dress.

As I had walked into the room to go change, a crowd of nattering girls that work in my mom's store offered to help (they all pretty much marry at the age of 18 around here anyway). But I refused, mostly because they kept calling me Lauren, which is not my name. They kept laughing at me and calling me clueless, which I also did not appreciate.

So as I was walking around the room I saw a white curtain, and wanted to see what was behind it. Lo and behold were the members of Jefferson Airplane, who were all in various states of drug-induced euphoria. Grace Slick offered me a joint. I thought about it for a minute, then I went outside and told Aaron that instead of marrying him, I'd rather smoke up with the band. So Aaron married hornstar instead, who was sitting in the front row (she was my maid of honor).

Perhaps I spend too much time on diaryland.

Indeed.

Have a lovely afternoon all! :)

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