I…um… I just had a very elaborate dream about Kanye West

my mom brought him home and asked me to entertain him, and so we talked about music and art and haters until the food was ready and I made him a huge plate of soul food.

I woke up 20 minutes before my alarm clock feeling refreshed, silly, and a little daft.

I mean, I like the music most of the time, but I can’t be dick-riding Kanye like that….dreaming about him? That’s kinda….eww.

But…. does anyone have his phone number?(I knew I shouldve got them digits that night….) For purely professional purposes, of course…

PS-
I don’t like you. YOU. I do not. I really really don’t like YOU.
(and if you can’t feel my loathing snaking down your spine right now, you probably aren’t the YOU to whom I am referring)