Pfunksfoolosophy

This morning I woke up at the crack of dawn. Why? I have no idea. I didn’t have an early appointment, there were no pressing matters requiring my immediate attention yet my eyes popped open. Since I couldn’t get back to sleep, I sat up and tried to remember the last dream that I had. This is what is so very disturbing…my last mental picture was of Paris Hilton.
Paris.Hilton. WHY?!?! I really don’t keep up on the events that shape her wretched life, although the media makes it very difficult for most of us. Is she trying to tell me something? Is my higher self interested in her jail term?
Nope. I think it must have been the taquitos that I had at a late hour. There is no way that I would have a thought about Paris Hilton consciously because I have no interest in her.
Sometimes I think she’s a tranny but that’s just to make life more interesting.
My imagination runs wild and that drives me to create wonderfully fantastic stories about celebrities. Usually I have an unnatural interest in Liza Minnelli. She’s just so ‘out there’ that she’s a great foil for me.
But, rising when dawn is cracking and having my first thought be of Paris Hilton?
Yikes, man. No more late night snacking.
No more.
Taquitos are yummy, though. I’ll have to plant a good thought in my subconscious before bed.

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