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Dream Weaver
Feb. 22nd, 2008 08:36 amSnow and ice have given Mrs. CB another day off while I sit here at my desk, already bored out of my mind. I work for a pediatric facility- when there is no school, it is pretty quiet here too. I have my laptop, so maybe I can get some vidding done. We’ll see.
I had a peculiar dream last night.
I was working in a lab, doing coagulation studies which I haven’t done since tech school. It was for a private facility, and we were surprised to find out that Hillary Clinton was making a stop there on her campaign trail. She was running for President, not the Democratic nod, so that gives me hope.
Anyway, she smiled and made small talk with people, then she came up to me, wrapped her arm around my shoulder and said, “I came here to talk to you.” People, that woman smelled GOOOOOOOOD! She smiled and said, “I am going to be President of the United States and I want your “paintings” hanging in my White House! What do you say?” I was stunned. “Painting” was a secret no one knew about…but HRC did. And she wanted mine. In HER White House. I don’t think “paintings” meant what I thought it meant. Maybe she said, "I want your PANTIES in my White House"...I got the distinct feeling HRC was hitting on me.
So if my paintings, or my panties wind up in the White House next year, you can say you knew me when
I had a peculiar dream last night.
I was working in a lab, doing coagulation studies which I haven’t done since tech school. It was for a private facility, and we were surprised to find out that Hillary Clinton was making a stop there on her campaign trail. She was running for President, not the Democratic nod, so that gives me hope.
Anyway, she smiled and made small talk with people, then she came up to me, wrapped her arm around my shoulder and said, “I came here to talk to you.” People, that woman smelled GOOOOOOOOD! She smiled and said, “I am going to be President of the United States and I want your “paintings” hanging in my White House! What do you say?” I was stunned. “Painting” was a secret no one knew about…but HRC did. And she wanted mine. In HER White House. I don’t think “paintings” meant what I thought it meant. Maybe she said, "I want your PANTIES in my White House"...I got the distinct feeling HRC was hitting on me.
So if my paintings, or my panties wind up in the White House next year, you can say you knew me when
