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I have been having really weird celebrity filled dreams lately. I think I'm reading too much Gawker and Defamer and Go Fug Yourself. I have had separate dreams where I am dating both Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise. I do not find either of these men attractive in the least (I mean, sure, they're better looking than, say, a Donald Trump or a Henry Kissinger, but I don't spend any time thinking about them in a sexual way.)
I do think about Tom Cruise in a "What the hell is wrong with this guy" way, though. Seriously. What the hell is wrong with him? He is apparently dating Katie Holmes, Joey from Dawson's Creek, handily just before they both have big movies coming out this summer. She is 16 years younger than him and apparently a virgin (whatever.) And guess where they met? In a meeting with their agents set up by Tom Cruise. Apparently he heard that she had a crush on him as a kid and decided he's sick of having to get to know someone, convince them he's not gay, and somehow hide the fact that there is actually no soul behind that big fake grin - he'll just order up a starlet like she's a whopper with cheese and proceed to parade her around and awkwardly kiss her in front of every camera they come across. And give her some sort of horrible rash/herpes too. I am spending way too much time thinking about this, but he whole thing just gives me the total willies.
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