Last night I had my second Tumblr dream. All my friends and family got to pick one guy/girl for a blind date for me. I’m at a table with all the potentials (like 10 guys and 1 girl). I have to ask them all questions. Every one of them seemed to be a stereotype of something/one. Then this dude, Michael Orell, steps up cause he’s next. I recognize him cause he just started following me on Tumblr and I’ve seen his picture reblogged by Krisanne. He’s looking at me like I’m naked… and he likes it… it’s kind of uncomfortable… I ask why he shaved his head, he says in this super hick accent, “Cause Leslie likes it like that.”

I wake up.

(This is something my friend’s dad would say all the time when he’d put the roach out on his tongue after smoking pot.)