2004-03-24 - 12:16 p.m.
last night i realized just how loyal i am to the red sox (and that i'm kinda slutty). i dreamed that josh hartnett (or someone that looks like him) picked me up for a date. on said date, i was supplying red sox tickets (mine are always better than yours). we left my house and headed out on our date. within moments, we were naked on blankets and doing dirty rubby things. at which point i bolted upright, and said, "hey i don't have time for this, i have tickets to the red sox game!" at this point, "josh hartnett" called me fat and told me he didn't want to do it with me anyway. i snatched his ticket away from him telling him i'd rather waste a ticket than take his sorry ass to a game, got dressed, and ran for the stadium, which luckily was right in front of me. at this point i woke up.
here's what we've learned:
i am overexcited for baseball season.
in dreams, you don't even need to buy me a fenway frank to get my pants off.
josh hartnett is apparently my nemesis.
