Monday, February 17, 2003
A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was starring in a movie opposite the very talented, but rather interesting looking, Adrian Broody. He was a starving artist, I was a beautiful elite. We fell in love and then the Russian moffia came searching for us. The dream shifted as we were runing hand in hand, dodging bullets A-Team style. Since that time, I have become quasi-obsessed with the man. I think it may be the nose, you know, similar interests, or maybe he fufills my gold-digging fantasies of dating Oscar gold. I simply cannot explain it.
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