(For KAR and SRK, who disapproved of the dragon and approve of Orwell, respectively)
Behold, the classiest pig you've ever seeeeeeen!
In my dreams I'm jealous all the time,
As I wake I'm going out of my mind. *Going out of my mind.*
Last night I had a dream that I was detained by TSA at the security stop.
And as I was standing there, I saw 3 girls stealing my laptop and all my stuff from the other side of the x-ray machine. And being that I can't take this kind of loss I chase them down and end up with the ringleader in a headlock while awkwardly holding onto one of the others with my ankles.
(Because I'm good at this kind of post-game analysis,
I can tell you that the ringleader was the russian sister of a victim in an
episode of Law and Order SVU who wanted to be a model. So she's
pretty, but evil!)
So the TSA folks, who were freaking out, chase us and eventually see what's going on and take away all of them who I've got and are looking for the other one who got away with my laptop. And they apologize politely enough, but they're not going to do anything about the fact that I'm now short a computer. Because really, it was my own fault for getting detained after my laptop went through.
"Know your own demographic, miss." (Dream-burn!)
And I'm missing a wedding because, by the way, I missed my flight in the process. So they let me store all my crap in some back room but I'm lamenting the loss of my laptop...and the girls somehow keep coming back to steal my stuff.
I feel I should point out that I really don't have a problem with Russians in real life.
I mean, as D.Miller said long ago (and again more recently, quoting himself:)
why hate somebody based solely on the color of
their skin when, if you just take the time to get to know
them, there are so many more viable reasons to hate an individual.
hehe, aw. It's funny 'cause it's true!
And you can apply as appropriate to most demographics! Seriously, you guys.
Anyhow, I apologize if I woke up anyone with my exasperated
and shatner-esque dream-yelling this morning.
(I don't snore, but I think I do talk in my sleep.)
This is what happens when I spend money:
Airport anxiety-nightmares, a month and a half before the fact.
(*I had made this association instinctually before knowing the full etymology