Nightmare on my street
I had the most bizarre dream last night. I was Brittany Murphy, and was stuck in a hotel elevator with Ashton Kutcher. We were still dating, and I was trying to seduce him into having sex in the elevator. I woke up before any action got started – thank god!
I don’t like Brittany or Ashton – In fact, I’d go so far as to say that they’re wastes of space in the acting world. I mean, I’ll give him credit for That 70s Show and she was supposedly good in Don’t Say a Word (which I haven’t seen, so I’ll have to take everyone else’s word for it)… but Just Married was one of the worst movies I’ve EVER seen, right up there with Little Black Book. And while Punk’d is pretty funny, he is SO freakin’ annoying. Plus, they both seem so into their own publicity that it makes me want to vomit. And she needs to eat a cheeseburger – her head is now way too big for her body.
So why on earth would I have this dream? I’m at a loss….
UPDATE: 3/15/05, 10pm-ish: I was just informed that Demi may be pregnant with Ashton’s love child… gross.
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