i had a dream last night that i had an affair with jon stewart. man, it was awesome. too bad he’s married and has a kid. but, i forget how we hooked up. but somehow we ended up in bed together and i felt so happy. and here’s the weird thing. the dream was imaginary but the feelings were real. and even then, i knew i couldn’t be truly truly happy because i knew there would be a hitch.
i always feel that way about my life. i can never be really truly happy because there’s always going to be a hitch and i just can’t let myself go completely.
but it’s nice, to literally, dream. isn’t it?
i wonder if this is a result of my addiction to the daily show.
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