Inked Magazine May 2009Credit to whoever took the photo
Hi friend.
Hi friend.
Wow. It has been way too long since my last post. I am an epic blogging fail, and I apologize.
Well, now that I am back, I thought that I would share that last night I had a dream about Jackson Rathbone. :)
It is a rare occasion when I dream about celebrities, but it has been known to happen.
I believe the last celebrity that I had a dream about was Mr. Robert Pattinson himself.
I know what you're thinking, but no, it wasn't like that at all.
In my dream we were BFF and he came to see me perform in a play.
Yes, a play.
There are three things wrong with this scenario:
1. I can't act.
2. Why would Robert Pattinson care if I did?
and 3. Friends? Seriously? It's MY dream.
Okay, enough with that. As I have explained, dreaming about celebrities is a rarity for me.
(This could be because when I do dream about them my subconscious comes up with something super lame.)
ANYWAYS.
Last night, Jackson Rathbone made an appearance.
I was at this party just kickin' it and I look around at everyone sitting at this huge dining table, and there he was.
Smiling.
Laughing.
And more smiling.
That's it.
That's all he did.
It was WONDERFUL.
Jackson Rathbone has this light about him.
It shines all the time and seems to touch everyone around him.
It is so bright that my subconscious thought it was the perfect additive to a pretty much boring dream.
So, I suppose what I am trying to say is:
Thank you Jackson Rathbone for being so darling.
AND.
Thank you subconscious for making up for the lack of a proper Robert Pattinson dream.
You're forgiven.
<3
Well, now that I am back, I thought that I would share that last night I had a dream about Jackson Rathbone. :)
It is a rare occasion when I dream about celebrities, but it has been known to happen.
I believe the last celebrity that I had a dream about was Mr. Robert Pattinson himself.
I know what you're thinking, but no, it wasn't like that at all.
In my dream we were BFF and he came to see me perform in a play.
Yes, a play.
There are three things wrong with this scenario:
1. I can't act.
2. Why would Robert Pattinson care if I did?
and 3. Friends? Seriously? It's MY dream.
Okay, enough with that. As I have explained, dreaming about celebrities is a rarity for me.
(This could be because when I do dream about them my subconscious comes up with something super lame.)
ANYWAYS.
Last night, Jackson Rathbone made an appearance.
I was at this party just kickin' it and I look around at everyone sitting at this huge dining table, and there he was.
Smiling.
Laughing.
And more smiling.
That's it.
That's all he did.
It was WONDERFUL.
Jackson Rathbone has this light about him.
It shines all the time and seems to touch everyone around him.
It is so bright that my subconscious thought it was the perfect additive to a pretty much boring dream.
So, I suppose what I am trying to say is:
Thank you Jackson Rathbone for being so darling.
AND.
Thank you subconscious for making up for the lack of a proper Robert Pattinson dream.
You're forgiven.
<3
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