I dream of Roseanne

Some people dream of fame.

Others, immense fortunes. Fast cars. Adventure. All sorts of shit. I dream about the cast from the sitcom 'Roseanne' reuniting in front of a studio audience to field questions. Sometime before I slapped my alarm clock to pacify its incessant mother fucking BEEP BEEP BEEP noise (I wish it had a radio, but buying a fancy alarm clock would be like buying a really nice pair of pants I hate to fucking wear every day), I vaguely remember a young girl being passed a microphone by a host undecipherable, and asking the following question: "Is it good to contract pneumonia for a girl of my age?", to which Roseanne would have supplied an answer had I the presence of mind to roll my wake up alarm ahead a few more minutes the night before. I'm imagining if she managed to get a word in edge wise, she probably would have replied with something to the effect of, "No." Then again, this all occurred in dream land where anything is possible. I think somewhere in the midst of my dream there were actual questions directed towards the cast, but Roseanne did not seem to be insulted. It's always refreshing to see starlets acknowledge the world does not completely revolve around them!

In other news, there is a vampire dunking on my arm now and forever.

I'm going to go ride bikes. XOXO.