This is Carla Bruni.
The best thing about her? She's a pretty whore.
Ouch! alright, that was uncalled for. Sorry, sorry. Slash the pretty.
I don't really care for this woman much and since ever I've only heard about her twice or thrice and It's all because she married the president of France. (Oh yeah, I know my first ladies. I'm cultured like that)
Which makes it surprising as yesterday, my subconscious mind revealed that she is more substantial in my life that I thought otherwise.
I friggin dreamt of her. (Seriously, my dreams are so Hollywood. Remember Pattinson?)
The dream started with me in my brown swishy detective coat. Investigating a crime scene. Naturally it was her lying there cold and bloodied.
And like most of the times when trying to rehash dreams, I forgot the parts in the middle.
What I can say safely is that with her death in the dreamworld, and with my brilliance and skill as a detective(mostly because of this) it was uncovered that the french president was a serial model murderer. WOWza!
The story concluded with a view of her updated wikipedia page showing how her death led to France being leaderless. and I woke up happily ever after.
God, will I be a great successor of J.K. effing Rowlings.
The moral of this experience. I make people better in my head. I mean cmon. they are not any better in real life.
Dirty politicians and their attention-craving gold-digging pretty trophies for wives don't make the world sexxxy.
DOWN WITH THEM!!!
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