Are you sure it wasn't Mary Carey?
Had a rather disturbing dream recently where I was pampering a woman like in some bad romance novel -- lighting candles around the bathtub, gathering scented oils, that whole bit. Fair enough -- the mind can take us on strange journies at night -- except for the part dealing with the woman.
It was Mariah Carey.
So fucking disturbing.
Please, someone offer me insight as to what my brain was trying to tell me.
In less creepy news, last week's Tiga gig was kinda fun, at least in terms of the amount of people who were there. Pics are now up here. Also, Siri just moved to Reykjavik, so I'm going to Iceland for a long weekend soon! How funky is that?