the dream...

is dead. a dream that i have had for over ten years. gone. in a flash. with no warning. i'm left standing in the dust. and it is all because of some celebutard. and who is that celebutard that ruined your life, you may ask. well i will tell you. it is gwyneth paltrow. that stuck up, nose in the air ruined my dream. how? the question chews at my soul. you think that you may be on top of it. you are at the poker table. you have the hand of your life. a full house is looking you in your face. but then, there it is. someone has a royal flush. damn them. what did she do? well, i will tell you. i have had a dream for the last ten years to name my first born son (if i ever have a son) moses. moses hamad. it just flowed. sounded right. how many other moses's do you know. i know of two. the one from the bible, and a jewish philosopher from the middle ages. well she took it. named her kid moses. damn it. damn her celebutardness. now i guess that i'll have to go with my second choice. which is...