jovia

oh! so i totally meant to write about my fucking awesome fucked up dream that happened a few nights ago. i will provide visual aids.

so i'm at an eddie izzard show in . it's totally fucking rad. for some reason, eddie has me and some other people onstage for some of his jokes, and he holds my hand when he does his final bow. and though i'm not tremendously attracted to him in reality, this has my heart totally a-boom a-boom boom.

so i go up to him afterward and i'm all like "i want to be your groupie. " and he's all like "totally." so i get on his bus . it's just me, , and this big butch woman who's driving. they're obviously really good friends. i sit in the back, they sit in the front and ignore me. i couldn't be happier.

we get to his next show, which is in statesville for some reason . and it's at a high school . i have to ride up in this elevator that's only big enough for one person to stand in, and your head pokes out the top. it goes all great-glass-elevator on me and jets out in psycho directions. it was awesome.

after that, it gets hazy . i remember that the big butch woman was looking at me funny at one point, and i was all like "what?" and she was all like "i'm so sorry, i just think you're so beautiful" and i hugged her and was like "you're beautiful because eddie loves you!" whatever that meant. and i remember is that at the end, was wearing a yellow sari . i may have peed myself.

badass.

in non-dream news, orson scott card is coming to a library twenty minutes from me next weekend. i'm going to pee myself.

also, a non-uk tour date has been added at nin.com, the world's ugliest website. i nearly peed myself.