dream a little dream.

I had a dream the other night.

It was really, really weird.

I was going to prom with a kid I knew in high school. He’s this guy who used to be my friend but we had a falling out and it was oh-so dramatic. I never was romantically interested in Jake. We were friends, and that’s all. We stopped being friends because he somehow figured out how to get in my head and mess with me. Everything in my life was his play toy. And his friends trashed my car and started a lovely rumor about me.  

Blah-blah. Dull. It’s over now. Whatever. He’s getting ready for his mission.

Anywho, back to my dream, I was looking all pretty and just waiting for him to come pick me up.

I waited.

Waited.

And waited.

He never came.

So, naturally, I began running around my neighborhood in my prom dress.

This is the weirdie part.

Meg Abel’s boy showed up and offered to take me to prom.

I woke up at this point.

                Meg and I have never met. I have never met her boy. I am not a man stealer in any way, shape, or form. Why on earth, out of every single guy I’ve never met, did her man come into my subconscious?

Care to interpret this one?

I know I’ve been the worst blogger ever lately. If I post, it’s been cryptic, with a hint of depression. I’m sorry. I’ve been upset randomly for reasons which are not safe to disclose at this point in time, I’m not upset anymore! That situation has been cleared and forgiven.

                What should I do for my 100^th post spectacular? Any ideas?  

Happy Friday friends, I’m on my way out to get a cookies and cream twisty cone from the mav because I was oh-so good today and went to the gym twice.