2002-08-21 | 7:50 p.m.

corduroy licorice's lucky number was "the lonely goatherd" from the sound of music. it brought down the house at karaoke every time.

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i've had two celebrity dreams lately. i know, i know, dreams are usually only interesting to the dreamer. but since i'm name dropping, i figured you'd be up for it.

the first dream was about my date with vin diesel. i knew what he wanted, and figured he'd get it. however, after our dinner when he came in for the kill, i pushed him off. i knew he only wanted me for one thing and that he wouldn't respect me in the morning. i'm not sure if was my intuition telling me that...or the wall display of condoms by his bed. hmm...

my second dream was about howard stern. i happened to run into him and his girlfriend (who wasn't so hot in real life...in fact, she had a goatee) and charmed him away with my wit. i distinctly remember him cleaning house and apologizing for stirring up dirt.

"it's ok," i soothed, "it's dust generated by howard stern."

needless to say, he dropped the broom having suddenly been swept off his feet.

it felt so real, i even blushed when i heard his voice on the radio this morning.

can i get a bababooey?!

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