Not only do I have the pleasure of immense pain from menstruation cramps, but to make matters worse and cause more than a minor disturbance to my thought process, last night I dreamt of a finely dressed and married Tom Cruise telling one of his body guards to follow me and ask of my name upon arrival at the locale -- Bloomingdales Mall. Now, I love this place, however, I'm really not sure if I'll be returning anytime soon. The fact that my subconscious probably wants Tom Cruise is what really... read more
