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Ever have one of those dreams that seem real and when it's over you wish was real? Of course you do. People only ever ask so they can tell you about thier latest dream that fit that description. Well last night I had a great dream about my first celebrity crush, one Ms. Blaze Berdahl:


Blaze played the charachter of Lenni Fraizer on one of my favorite shows as a kid, "Ghostwriter". *coughwhere are the DVDscough* This picture of her is a recent one from IMDB. Unlike most child stars she blossomed into a lovely young woman.
Anyway the dream was that she was living next door to me. Not next door as in the next house, but as in the next room. We got along prety well and she was laying on my bed watching TV with me. And I felt like a million fucking bucks.
Then at some point I swung around the city fighting crime like Spider-Man. Yeah I don't get my dream segues either.

And whoever said office holiday parties were crap never won an office party raffle:

Pardon the shitty pic, but that is my brand new martini set. Complete with a bottle of Ketel One vodka, Ketel One citroen and a "limited edition" martini shaker.
This is the second year in a row I got alcohol as a gift at this office party. Last year the person who had me as a pollyanna got me a six-pack of Smirnoff Ice At this rate I'll come up on a bottle of 100-year old scotch next year. Good times.

And to further solidify my coolness, realize that I am listening to this tonight:

Not MP3s, the actual cds. I know, my coolness knows no fucking bounds

saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaved by science!