An Epiphany

I am alone once again in the house, and am grabbing some much needed internet time. I don't think I should be alone so much. It makes me twisted...
Word of advice: if you're ever shipwrecked, it's good to have a friend, like Wilson in Castaway, to talk to and everything, to stop from going crazy (too late, unfortunately, in my case) DON'T have an imaginary friend. If you do go crazy, you'll imagine that the "friend" is trying to assassinate you or whatever. And even if you are dying of thirst, DO NOT drink salt water. It makes you go crazy. And do not eat brightly colored fish. And blue berries are always okay to eat, red berries are sometimes okay, and white berries are NEVER okay.
So go out into the wild my friend, and always remember my wise words. This message was brought to you by a crusty piece of pasta.
I hate to break everyone's bubble, but monsters really live in your closet. Yes indeedy.
Anyway, I had a dream that Dr. Phil found my perfect match and made me marry him. I was wearing my sister's grad dress (it's white) and my husband was a cross between this guy off Dr. Phil, Constantine Maroulis, and that guy off Pretty in Pink. So anyway, our wedding vehicle thingie was a black truck, and our honeymoon was an excursion to the Parkland Mall. The driver of the truck came with us, and he got mad at me because I didn't know my husband's name. (it was Leonardo btw. I found that out later) And I saw my mom's friend in the mall, and I'm all like "I'm married!" and they're just like "oh." And I went up to Leonardo and was like "I feel stupid walking around in a wedding dress."
I took a cap of my dad's. It's a trucker hat, and is red and says "Twister" on it. (as in Twister bins. Some subtle advertising there) Katherine kept taking it.
Katherine's dad was talking about us making a band, and he's like "you can be called the Like Likes! You can say "like, the next song we're like, going to do is..."
I like writing about myself. Shameful I know, but there it is. I just had an epiphany. I was sitting here, thinking how much I like pasta, and how I want abs, singing along to Holiday by Greenday, when all of a sudden I saw a bright white light! I was sitting in my green computer chair, completely awed, and Jimi Hendrix appeared in the middle of the light, and I heard the faint strains of All Along the Watchtower, and he looked at me, pointed his finger, and intoned: "You like talking about yourself."
So there it is. That's why I write so much, even though I know only Heidi reads this. I like to talk, and I guess I'm the most interesting subject (hee hee hee). And I'm sure you all agree.
Anyway, I must go. I have to go eat supper. It takes kind of a long time to get supper because I have to find some meat (usually joggers, but miscellaneous pedestrians work too).
SONGS TO DOWNLOAD:
Hope You're Happy-Dashboard Confessional
Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen
River Below- Billy Talent
Little- Something Corporate
Ciao!!