i had a dream last night wherein i was walking around manhattan with a very bright and erudite chihuaha. this little talking chihuaha and i werewandering around, just chatting about things and staying out of trouble.
and at one point we were in a room and when i opened the door therewere 3 little spider monkeys standing outside the door. so i invited them into my house and that’s when i woke up. which is kind of a shame.
cos a dream that involves talking chihuahas and 3 fun spider monkeys should go on for hours and hours.
in the dream it seemed like the most natural thing in the world that this little chihuaha would be able to speak. and, for the record, she was a very bright and well-spoken little chihuaha.
we’re in florence. which is a very beautiful city. but even the most beautiful city in the world can’t hold a candle to a talking chihuaha and 3 spider monkeys.
moby