Last night as my body lay parallel on my mattress my mind conjured up a fantasy so hilarious it had to be recorded in written word.
*But first let me get a little high*
Now stay with me here...
I was James Hetfield's 13 year old daughter. (Yes of Metallica) And we were at the band's annual "Baby-Mama Weekend" In which the four respective members of Metallica got together with Their respective"Baby Mama's" and children and vacationed for a long miserable weekend. ( I "kid" you not! ) As many dreams go there wasn't much detailed filler, but I woke up as Hetfield( my not-real- dad-dream dad) was rolling his eyes hard because respective "Baby Mama" -woman I've never seen before in my life- was bitching him out about buying us children (3 of us) pizza for dinner.
Yeah... Dreams are weird right?
Of course when one has such a wacky dream and wakes up remembering it one has to sit and ponder on it all day. In order to pay homage to my transient hallucination I wore my "Ride the Lightening" shirt to work with high top Nike's complete with blue laces. I also took to Google to do some research.
Does James Hetfield even have kids?
Yes, he actually has three and not one of them is me. (Boo)
Does he have "Baby Mama"?
No, the mother of his three kids is actually his wife of 19 years Francesca. (Yay)
My deepest respect and apologies to her for this ridiculous post.
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