Tea Supremacist, that's funny as hell.
Last night, I had a dream that I was a journalist for Rolling Stone, and was interviewing celebrities in a bar. Jools Holland came in and sat next to me, but when I asked him for an interview, he called me a tosser and said he'd be speaking to my boss. For the rest of the dream I was freaking out about losing my job, then started thinking about writing this month's Lady Gaga cover story to make up for it.
I decided to leave and went walking through SF, looking for a 5 dollar bill I had dropped earlier, and walked into a drag bar. I ended up smoking a blunt with Jello Biafra and Nick Cave while we watched a performer, and talking about the oil spill.
Not that surreal, but still pretty odd. I woke up and was like 'wat'.
Evidently my inner self is very starstruck.
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