But last night was well different.
I dreamed of Scotty McCreery, you know who he is right?
He's like 17 with a voice that makes me go aaahhhhh (by the way how insane is it that he sounds so similar to Josh Turner). I could listen to him all day long, talking or singing I don't care. He could read me the damn phone book and I'd be happy. Deep voices are my cryptonite and his is really nice. But he's a baby, a cute one but still a baby and well it's like Taylor Lautner you just feel icky thinking anything sexual about someone so young.
Imagine how icky I feel after having a dream that I was making out with this kid. OMG. Seriosly. I don't know how I was supposed to know him or anything other than I was lying on a couch kissing him and he was saying some very dirty sweet nothings to me. It was a hot and very fun dream.
Then I woke up and was all eeewwwww totally grossed out. I was in puberty when he was born! He's younger than my oldest niece, and she's a BABY. What the hell is up with my imagination?!?!
Please tell me you have a dream that's worse? Cause right now I'm almost afraid to turn on my radio, I'd rather not hear him today after some of the things I 'did' to him....

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