Paris Hilton in my head

When I have a lot on my mind, I have a very active dreamlife. In one night I dreamed that:

  • I attended the funeral of a client’s mother
  • I championed a battalion of nursing mothers who wanted to breastfeed in church
  • Paris Hilton was trying to blackmail me
  • Brad Pitt came to my rescue

I don’t even like Brad. I may have to reconsider that position, however.

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2 Responses to Paris Hilton in my head

  1. zuzu says:

    OMG! Did you hear about Paris throwing up on stage? I think you could totally turn that around on her and your secret is safe. Did you ever know what she was blackmailing you about?

  2. StLmom says:

    I’m really not sure, but it had something to do with the girls’ locker room . . . OK, that sounds so much like a Cinemax late night feature . . . but I DO know she was jealous of my, uh, more voluptuous self and happy life. I may not be a millionaire heiress but I do think I’m better off than Paris will ever be. Oh, and no, I didn’t hear about her throwing up on stage — I’ve only passed out on a stage — good for her!

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