Dream: Charissa
It felt like I was reading someone's blog. It read like Charissa's. It was an entry about what she did for the summer. A name stood out: "Tim McDonald." It is a name not familiar to me.
JR woke me up with a loud knock knock knock on my door. That's all I remember save the good feeling I had when I awoke. It must've been a very well written blog entry.
What does it mean? Could be because I've been blogging a lot lately. Why Charissa? I have no earthly idea. Why Tim McDonald? I might be jonesing for some fries. I know I was jonesing last night for Burger King's Angus burger. Could be it. I doubt it though.
JR woke me up with a loud knock knock knock on my door. That's all I remember save the good feeling I had when I awoke. It must've been a very well written blog entry.
What does it mean? Could be because I've been blogging a lot lately. Why Charissa? I have no earthly idea. Why Tim McDonald? I might be jonesing for some fries. I know I was jonesing last night for Burger King's Angus burger. Could be it. I doubt it though.
