I know I say that my dreams usually have nothing to do with anything I've done or seen or heard that day, but this one is an unfortunate exception. And of course, it's not a time when I'm listening to relient k or watching Daniel Radcliffe. It's when I made the sad mistake of watching "Girls Next Door" before going to bed. Naturally, I dreamt that I was one of the girls next door. I was Hugh Hefner's brunette prude girlfriend. I must have replaced Kendra because she was definitely not around. My mom came to visit me and was very unhappy about the choices I had made in life. I think she brought some friends of mine too because after she left rather disgusted, Holly and I showed them around the mansion including the water park, a room full of computers, and a room that was a giant pink playhouse ostensibly for children but it was my favorite. I guess I was on the show too because I distinctly remember being interviewed and explaining, that no, I don't sleep with Hef and yes that is a bone of contention. No pun intended or desired. At one point, I was talking to Hef and he was apparently pleased with me for something and I suggested he make me girlfrield #1 and he did that chuckle thing he does when one of his bimbos does something adorable and they earned a cookie or whatever. I'm pretty sure Bridget and Holly and I got along ok.
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