So, I totally had a HOT dream about Tim Russert the other night. When I say hot, I mean Grey’s Anatomy hot. Like, Dr. McSteamy, McDreamy and McNugget orgy hot. That’s right– no nudity but a lot of suggestive bantering.
It went like this: I’m in High school again and I get called to the principal’s office. I’ve skipped geography or oceanagraphy or some class that involves overly detailed maps. You get the picture.
I shuffle in the office. Sitting at the principal’s desk is Tim Russert. He’s my principal, see?
He sits me down. He says, “Where were you at 11:30?”
I say, “In class, of course.”
He says, “Is that your answer, and you’re sticking to it?”
I laugh awkwardly and say, “Tim, what reason would I have to lie to you?”
He picks up his pen and writes something on a white piece of paper in front of him. He gestures at a monitor (which has strangely appeared all of the sudden) and says, “On February fourth, Johnny Marshall wrote this about you in the High School Gazette.”
The monitor comes into view. It reads: “Though she is seldom in class, KT maintains a 3.9 grade point average. Many suspect she cheats: By sleeping with her teachers.”
At this point I say something about how it doesn’t seem that strange or wrong even if I did sleep with my teachers. Because I’m 26 and it’s taken me 8 years to graduate high school. I’ve practically memorized the text books! That’s why I get such good grades. All of this is irrelevant I remind him, because I was in class. And I stick to my story.
Tim cuts to commercial.
