Thursday is Bjork Day!

Vicki Blogged About Bjork So I'm Gonna Too

I love Bjork. Don't get me wrong, I do. But, for some reason, she always appears in my dreams whenever I'm having "issues", and she tortures the hell out of me.

When I was engaged to a very bad French man, and we were doing a long-distance thing, I had this dream that he was cheating on me with Bjork.

I woke up at 4 in the AM, I was all disoriented; I forgot I was sleeping in another person's house, and I had to use the bathroom. It took me about 5 minutes to stumble my way into the bathroom. And when I turned on the light, a magazine was lying open on the sink: open to an article about Bjork, and her neotenus jelly-face all looking at me, triumphant and laughing! I HATE Bjork. (I love Bjork.)

Anyways, Vicki seems to take a different view about the whole being-cockqueened-by -Bjork argument. Here's the dialectic:



Okay that's all for now!