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I worked for Julia Allison, pictured above, last January. It was the least productive and most irritating internship I could have ever experienced, in all honesty. I left that month with a nasty taste in my mouth. When I become a sucessful writer and journalist, I don’t plan on acting the way she does.
However, I did have a dream last night about Julia Allison coming to visit me. And in order to get back at her for being so ridiculous in January, I took her to this restaurant called Cheeseburger Bobby’s and their was a volcano that spit out lava every thirty minutes. She ate many cheeseburgers, and she asked my mom if it was okay to order “The Seinfeld,” which apparently was her code for beer because she didn’t want her lifecast followers to know she drinks. She drank so many of them and cried to my mom about her life.
What does this even mean?
