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Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Weird dream time again.
I don't know if all the stupid commercials for "The Day After Tomorrow" is to blame.
Jake Gyllenhaal was in my dream and he was 11. He looked... well, okay, he looked 17, but better than 11!
So, yeah, I forgot most of it, but I remember going to this elementary school and there was this boy who looked like Jake. He got a crush on me, and for some reason, I threw caution to the wind and took him behind a bungalow and kissed him. Then I went home.
He followed me home and was still crushing on me.
I woke up feeling a little bit icky. But HEY, it was Jake and he LOOKED 17. Damnit.
And the kiss was... (fans self) good.
2:32 PM
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