It's Sunday and since Angela insists that Sundays don't count for Lent (I wouldn't expect a blog out of her today), I have decided to give the whole topic of religion and converting and my crazy insecurities and rambling a break. Instead, I want to talk about my crazy muse.
I've had some real interesting dreams in the past. Many of my dreams which end up being totally bizarre or really "out there" typically happen when my friends appear in them. I swear, this is the case. If you're a friend of mine, you should be praying I don't dream about you, because it's always the strangest. For instance, last night decided to put one such male acquaintance in short-shorts and hot pink fishnet tank-top, topping the look off with large gold hoop earrings in what I can only assume was an attempt to completely destroy what's left of my sanity.
I have not been able to stop laughing since, so it must have worked. I sound like a lunatic. This image has not left me alone all morning and I run the risk of bursting out laughing inappropriately in mass in about an hour or so here. I'm totally doomed. I'm sure it will be around the time that the priest says "This is my body" and there I'll go, laughing away like a fruitcake while everyone else is all "What is her problem" and then I'll be the only one to be excommunicated BEFORE being confirmed Catholic. [Potential update later today!]
In conclusion, my mind is a scary, scary place, and really should probably be considered a "disaster zone". Beware all ye who enter here!