Last night, I attended a celebrity-infused awards ceremony when out of nowhere, Kanye West's mother went into a seizure on the floor.
I was the first to rush to her side. She didn't make it through.
Kanye, grateful for my care and assistance, invited me to her funeral and to a private viewing in his hotel. I told him I'd try to make it.
Later, he called me to make sure I'd be there. I assured him I would, and, true to my word, attended (bringing Ashlee and Cassie along for the ride). While signing the guest book, I overheard a few people complaining about all the posers who pretended to care about her passing just so that they could get on Kanye's good side. I felt their eyes on me.
I immediately wished Kanye the best, and left the viewing.
Then I woke up.
What the heck happened?? I've never given Kanye West a second thought (except for when I noted that he actually wears pants that fit). I am going insane. Perhaps it's this alien life form.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
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what did you eat last night? Pie? that might of been the problem
ReplyDeleteYou may want to ask the doctors to up your meds, Amanda.
ReplyDeleteWell, it was a self preservation dream. You don't want to get on Kanye's bad side or you would have had a completely different dream!
ReplyDeleteIf you a pregnant (I'm new to this blog, so I don't know) then that makes your dreams so crazy and vivid real!
ReplyDeletedid we get any money from him??
ReplyDeletecassie o