Lame

Almost forgot to write about the dream I had Monday night.

Bear with me, it starts out fairly unoriginal.

So, I'm at the mall and Brad Pitt was just there doing something (I think shopping Grand Central style). He's walking through the parking lot and so naturally I jump on his back and yell "piggyback ride!" Finding me cute and funny (of course) he asks if I'd like a ride. We get in his van (?) and he's talking to me about all kinds of stuff. I'm not paying any attention, though, because I'm too busy trying to shut the door to the van. I slam it back and forth a couple times and the damn dome light just won't shut off. At some point I get it closed and roll down the window to be seen and wave at AnnaLe.

That's really about it.

I didn't even care what he had to say? Maybe this is my body telling me that I'm definitely on team Aniston.