So I just had an awesome dream.

I dreamt that TJ and I were HP cops. We rode around in a crusier talkin’ shit, going to peoples houses and telling them to calm the fuck down. We stopped at my sisters house and I told her to make me a brownie cake.

TJ had to stay in the car because we needed to keep the car running at all times. He said it would better if we had the night shift cause then we could leave the car and we could go to into donut shops and shit. At the end of the shift we went to my house and I sent TJ some fonts that were on my computer but not on his. I don’t know why.

Anyway, being a cop was ridiculously fun.