So I had my second night of dreaming that I’m best best best friends with the ‘Queer Eye’ guys. About two weeks ago I dreamed that Thom was calling me to sing songs to me over the phone.
Last night I dreamed that I was palling around with Carson, and then later Kyan was washing my hair. He was teasing me and getting water and suds everywhere.
I thought of this now because we’re watching the show as I type. This poor guy they’re working over clearly has some major issues having nothing to do with his aesthetics. For example, he only eats fruit soup and chicken. But he seems like a very sweet guy, so I hope all their help sticks.
jaysaint 
Posted by tsalino on June 15, 2004 at 11:56 pm
I used to dream that I was best friends with Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn and Becky Thatcher. And I thought if I prayed and wished hard enough they’d actually come to my house and take me on adventures, rafting on the mighty Mississippi, and getting chased by Injun Joe.
I was a stupid kid.
I’d still rather hang with them than the Queer Eye guys, though. They tend to annoy me, whereas by Twainian pals never did.
Posted by electricrocket on June 16, 2004 at 8:39 am
When I was a kid, Kermit the Frog was my best friend.
And it wasn’t a dream, either. It was real.
What? It was.
Shut up. You weren’t there.
Posted by baldsug on June 16, 2004 at 1:36 pm
As a child, I was the lost member of the Partridge family and Shirley Jones saved me from drowning at Lake Lanier and took me back to live with them.
Posted by jaysaint on June 23, 2004 at 6:00 pm
I totally totally believe you.