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sullivanlane, now dragonsinger.
Last night was the second time I had a dream that involved auditioning in a singing competition. The first time I ever had that dream,sullivanlane was in it, and it was actually American Idol. And we made it to Hollywood and I lived in fear they'd figure out there was only one song I could sing.
Last night's dream was different, but the same. This time I couldn't even sing at all. No sound. Don't ask me why we were auditioning. It was four of us (some other female, and a Korean guy), and the only person who sounded good wasdragonsinger. And believe me, she *rocked*. Well, not rocked, as in AC/DC metal head rocking. But she was unbelievably good.
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In other news, some weird coincidence now has it that I will turn over 150,000 miles on my car either just as I get home tonight or tomorrow morning. Probably tomorrow morning. Meaning I'll turn over one of those landmark mileage numbers on my birthday. Maybe I should have that tattooed on my ass instead of the lips. (I'm upset that now I suddenly am lusting after a scarab tattoo. Dang it! I'm getting hte lips!)
sullivanlane, now dragonsinger.Last night was the second time I had a dream that involved auditioning in a singing competition. The first time I ever had that dream,
sullivanlane was in it, and it was actually American Idol. And we made it to Hollywood and I lived in fear they'd figure out there was only one song I could sing.Last night's dream was different, but the same. This time I couldn't even sing at all. No sound. Don't ask me why we were auditioning. It was four of us (some other female, and a Korean guy), and the only person who sounded good was
dragonsinger. And believe me, she *rocked*. Well, not rocked, as in AC/DC metal head rocking. But she was unbelievably good.***
In other news, some weird coincidence now has it that I will turn over 150,000 miles on my car either just as I get home tonight or tomorrow morning. Probably tomorrow morning. Meaning I'll turn over one of those landmark mileage numbers on my birthday. Maybe I should have that tattooed on my ass instead of the lips. (I'm upset that now I suddenly am lusting after a scarab tattoo. Dang it! I'm getting hte lips!)
