Reading material for the flight
And, of course, the only article she’s quoting is about fucking dreams and their significance, and it’s a stupid quote to boot:
“Precisely bc dreams are vivid, uncensored representations of our desires & fears, they are a window into what we really want out of life.”
Is that so? Because last night I had a dream that Piers Handling and I were eating walnuts on the moors in Exmoor National Park in the U.K. And I don’t like Piers Handling. And I hate walnuts. And I’ve seen enough of Exmoor National Park to last a lifetime. The moors are very pretty, however. But my point is, sometimes dreams are just stupid fucking dreams that stem from a series of random images that your brain subconsciously took in during the course of the day. They are often completely meaningless. But it’s funny imagining the Donk waking up after dreaming about Pancakes, cupcakes, cleaning up Lilly’s shit, Mark Kirk and Meghan McCain’s tits and trying to discern the meaning.
What’s funny about the fact that she’s reading Psychology Today on the plane ride back to Chicago after another pointless trip to NYC is that her Twitter stream/shitcast is chockful of crazy. Yet another message to Pancakes that she and Greasy are in regular contact. Yet more sad pictures of Lilly being hauled pointlessly back across the country after being dumped with God knows who — The Dogsitter, I guess — so that her demented owner could make a post-dumping ashram visit YET AGAIN. Some hairstyle she likes. The usual.
Donk, never mind reading Psychology Today. Just find a psychologist, today.