"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com


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I had a completely surreal dream a few weeks ago that I want to make permanent before I start to forget it or start to think I made it up. Sorry to those of you who already heard about it.

I'm at the mall with my dad and my sister. We're walking around, looking at the stores, and suddenly I look up and there is a huge deep purple sign above the door of one store that says BEKAH PAGE in big gold filigree, with a large BP shield-type insignia. I turn to them and say, "Oh wow guys, someone opened up a store with my name!" We walk over and start looking around. Apparantly, "Bekah Page" is a clothing/home supplies store exclusively for unemployed people. I speak to one of the salesladies, and she explains to me that their object is to make everything look really nice so that unemployeed people don't feel bad about themselves. My sister is happily browsing through some blazers at this point. So I turn to the saleslady and say, "My sister is unemployed, but my dad is not. Is she still allowed to shop here?" And the saleslady says, "Only in the shoe department." And then I buy a hiking backpack.
posted by Bekah at 11:28 PM :: |