the night before last i dreamt i was brad pitt.

and i was in my old middle school.
in the part outside of the gym and cafeteria. it was filled with businessmen and women.

and it was a restauraunt. i ordered some blueberry pancakes, and recieved a blueberry omlette that was the color of a lollipop.

it was scarily blue.

i started eating it, and it was so bland. it had all the flavor of a piece of styrofoam. so i kept putting slat and pepper in it but no matter what it tatsed bad.

so i gave up and went to find Angelina Jolie, who was sitting in the clinic. she had two giant rolls of fat on her stomach and refused to talk to me.

then i woke up.

i could still taste the bland omlette

so i ate some bagel bites.

it was awesome.