Thursday, March 3, 2011

thurs / almost the weekend / dreams are so freakin weird



is this dwight yoakam? yes. i slept so snug in my new bed last nite, but i had the oddest dreams all nite long. me & mama & grita (one la/grlbear/cat) were at some seedy motel & i was hanging out w/ dwight yoakam; he was searching for mouthwash, & i was feeling ousted b/c i was waiting on some kind of job that i felt i was being denied for. it was all unclear, the waiting/job/ousted stuff, but the dwight yoakam was crystal--him rummaging around motel rooms singing this song. i woke up singing it today. & it's gorgeous out.