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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAM: But Zsa Zsa Gabor?"

DREAM: But Zsa Zsa Gabor?

I was at my parent's house and they were getting ready ready to sit down at the table for a game of cards with Stan and I (just shoot me now!). I was busy looking for something, walking around their house. Stan was sitting down at the table with some magazine or calendar with pictures of people. It was sort of like a yearbook, too, and I think there were pictures of Stan as a kid. He was going on about how he used to have more hair when he was a kid, and I was trying to reassure him that I liked his hair now. I think there were pictures of Roger Waters in the magazine/book/calendar thing Stan had. I said something in regard to polyester, like I had to remember to bring it to the table, and then I corrected myself and said laughing "oops, wrong Waters" (as part of my ongoing internal debate of Roger Waters vs. John Waters view on the humanities and popular culture). I was going on about polyester (the fabric, not the movie) and that my dad wouldn't forget it because he'd be wearing it. (I know...this makes no sense, does it?) Then as I was looking at this magazine/book/calendar that Stan had, he suddenly takes it and puts it under the table and tells me I can't see it. I didn't understand why, so I reach over trying to get a glimpse of whatever it was he didn't want me to see. Then my mom starts to peer over at what Stan is looking at too, which makes me really mad because my mom is quite snoopy and I didn't want her to see something that might really offend her, and well, it really wasn't her business anyway, so I get sort of laughably mad at Stan and say, "See, now look what you've done, you've got my mom trying to see it now too!" Then I grab Stan's calendar/book/magazine and there's some pictures of actresses, but the only one I can remember is--get this--Zsa Zsa Gabor. I'm absolutely cracking up and I'm asking Stan, "you're trying to hide a picture of Zsa Zsa Gabor from me?" It was so funny, and Stan had the most embarrassed George Costanza-like expression. I woke up laughing and woke Stan up in the process too.

1 Comments

Ahh - She's not my type.

Posted by Stan @ 08:28:2003:08:02 PM CST

By Ann @ 20:48 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..