I had a dream about Miley last night.
It's not like i PLANNED it!! sheesh!
I dreamed I was something like an older brother to her, offering her advice and whatnot.
She found her boyfriend making out with some other girl in her closet and was heartbroken, and I was like, "yo, he wasn't a good guy anyway. He didn't have respect for you. I mean, come on, he was making out in YOUR closet! The guy was a skeez."
But dang was she sad! She went outside and cried. I walked outside, patted her on the back and said, "If you want to talk, I'm here for you. I'll assume you want to be alone for now. But I'll be inside if you want to talk, but I have to leave for work in an hour."
Also, I was good friends with her little brothers, who sure did look an awful lot like Brandon and Nathan Trippe. It was really kinda fun. they had a nice house. But i was reallllllly bummed because i didn't get to meet Billy Ray. bummer. sadness.
go ahead and be jealous.
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