I'd dream-tap that

Oh God.

Last night I had dream that involved these two:

I know right.
Being that gorgeous should not be allowed. One day I know that I will be daydreaming about those two idiots when I really should be paying attention to some very important information and I will inevitably end up killing us all. Or at the very least myself. Which is just as bad.

Shall I put this into perspective?

The guy on the left is like my version of Edward Cullen. And the guy on the right is my version of Jacob Black. There is no favourite, they are like cheese and crackers.

OMG! Oh, no it's okay. I thought I saw a spider but it was actually just a rubber band. Yes, the spiders have made a fiery comeback in the form of a large-ish sized one next to the sink. Luckily it was my sister who saw it first, and she came stampeding out of the bathroom practically tripping over the carpet.

So anyway in the dream while we were all getting 'better acquainted' my Dad walks in. I was like Dad, what the bloody fuck are you doing. Thankfully he left after about forty million years of 'where are my keys, where the bloody hell are my shitting KEYS?!' So, not unlike reality really.

In conclusion, this dream kicks that-dream-I-had-about-Radiohead's arse.