Sunday, January 6, 2008
was rough. I dreamed I told David Beckham that none of his friends (of whom I was apparently one) really cared about soccer, made out with a guy who committed suicide years ago, and realized Jonah Hill and I were wearing the same pajama pants (the snowflake ones I got from my cousin for Christmas two years ago). It was a long, weird dream night.
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