Etc.
I had another dream about him last night. Something about a hotel room and a rain-soaked night and my dreamself yet again having no clue how much I don't want to want him anymore. Ergh. Dream torture.
It's raining. I have to go sit in a tent at the newly crap-ified canoe festival in Medway and sell gay little ornaments. Hopefully I'll make some money for the performing arts trip this year... Because if I don't then I'm going to go nuts and dive in the river with my clothes on again like last year!
It's raining. I have to go sit in a tent at the newly crap-ified canoe festival in Medway and sell gay little ornaments. Hopefully I'll make some money for the performing arts trip this year... Because if I don't then I'm going to go nuts and dive in the river with my clothes on again like last year!