I would like to document my strange dream last night. I was one of the two finalists for The Bachelor but it was such a surprising shock that I'd made it that far, so I hadn't packed a fancy dress to wear when Andrew Firestone proposed to me. I was panicking and trying on all of these unappropriate clothes while trying to put together something half decent. If this wasn't bizarre enough, the members of Sloan and a midget were running around naked. Interpretation anyone?
I'll Just Keep On Dreaming
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We're afraid!"
"Come to the edge."
"We can't. We'll fall!"
"Come to the edge."
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.
-Guillaume Apollinaire

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