Saturday, August 04, 2007

Just call me Paris or Nichole
Last night I had a nightmare that I was being sent to jail for two weeks. The reason wasn't the same as Paris or Nichole. Rather, it was because Cameron wasn't paying his bills and parents were thrown in jail for raising such heathens.

Cameron, Mommy was VERY upset at you for disrupting her work schedule. I still had my project (yes, the one that I'm currently avoiding to write this post) to do in my dream.

Here comes the funny part. Even in my dream/nightmare state, I worry about, and prepare for stupid things. Let's get inside of Lori's dream-state brain for a moment, shall we?
  • I decided to buy a REALLY big purse because they didn't allow luggage. No reason for luggage, since you had to wear jail house uniforms, right? But I still needed something to carry my toiletries (hair styling products, makeup, special shampoos, etc.) and my N800.

  • I heard that you can get favors for cigarettes, so I went to Costco and bought a carton of cigarettes. I was glad I had that really big purse.

  • I was worried about how on earth I was going to do my hair in jail, without a blow dryer and flattening iron. I decided to practice letting my hair dry naturally so I could find a style that would work with drying my hair naturally.

  • Finally, I was concerned about the booking picture. Do I wear makeup? What if I'm upset on my way to jail (sure to happen), and I end up with mascara streaks (ala Tammy Faye- may she rest in peace) all down my face.

    That wouldn't make for a very pretty picture, would it now?

So yeah, there we are. If I ever have to go to jail (highly doubtful!), now you'll know what I'll be thinking about.

My mind is a scary place.

Really.

RisibleGirl was blabbing on about her adventures again on 08/04 at 08:31 AM

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