So I like to think of myself as a total TV, Movie, Radio snob. I know what's good and what's trash. I go for indie films vs. big budget, I discovered Emo with Jimmy Eat World NOT Dashboard Confessional (which I dig, but they weren't first!) blah blah blah.
I am however a closeted soap opera fan. Well again I am a total snob and I only watch General Hospital. The rest are for losers. Last night it must have been in my subconscious because I had a dream, a very juicy awesome dream, that I was dating Dr. Patrick Drake. Who's Real name is Jason Thompson (my husband is also Jason... interesting) and he would look like this...
Oh that's Right Dr. Robin Scorpio, I am all over your man. Well in my dream.. but hey I'm not complaining. In the dream I couldn't find him and we were of course in some crisis situation, and someone, I don't know who had fixed the crisis situation, and we were all happy again. But I still couldn't find my man, Dr. Patrick Drake. Then lights shown down upon the earth and there he was fresh from the shower, shirtless with his hot tight jeans and wet tousled hair. He leaned down to kiss me... and what did I say?
"You know you're really tall".
What a loser. I legitimately overslept this morning, but the more I go over this dream in my head the more I totally see that I really had no other choice, I had to see this through.
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