( 12:31 PM ) shut up christine
In this dream, I’m in a cold, dark, scary place…probably a warehouse in the middle of the night. I’m sitting in a chair with my hands behind my back. Someone is there with me, but I can’t see his face.
He whispers, “What is it?”
I don’t answer.
He asks again, “What is it, Christine??”
I don’t answer.
He yells, “TELL ME! WHAT IS YOUR DEEPEST DARKEST SECRET?”
“Okay,” I say. “My guilty pleasure is…….”
“YES? WHAT IS IT???”
“I….I….I like to listen to Andrew WK.”
And then the lights and music come on and we crazy dance like Andrew WK. PARTY HARD PARTY HARD PARTY HARD!!
The end.
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