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My dreams are getting more and more fucked up every night. They are becoming so vivid that I have to question if they actually really happened or not. I heard that stress makes you dream more..err, or is that sleep more. Whatever is going on, my brain is baked, and apparently, so is wbm
Time is getting closer to my high school reunion. I had planned on going and bringing Aaron, but his chaotic work schedule may not allow him to go, meaning I'd rather not have him waste $70 on a non-refundable ticket. I've decided to go with Stef and Celeste, my two best friends in high school. We're the cheesey ones who even had a dedication page in the back of the yearbook. The three of us were gonna be roommates. Well, now the two of them are. I kind of broke that plan when I moved up here. They have a great 3-bedroom condo too which equates into my guest room when I come stay with them in September. Maybe we'll rent a limo and totally lie about our achievements. I should have never told anyone my dreams in high school. They'll be expecting me to walk in holding my Emmy. I actually liked high school. That's why I'm going. Us three girls have the greatest achievement of them all.... NO FUCKING KIDS!
I cannot believe it's already July. I'll be happy when this summer shit comes to an end. I have no business being in this kind of season. I thought I'd be social, so I accompanied Aaron to our pool on Saturday. I wasn't sitting out there more than five minutes before my flesh began to fry and crisp. Fuck it. Where is this fog I keep hearing about?
Before I forget, a special thank you to lunarpollen for his willingness to help me overcome my depressive state. I know the offer stands and I appreciate it. It's nice to know you're there.
Enough with the sappy shit, I want pancakes.
Time is getting closer to my high school reunion. I had planned on going and bringing Aaron, but his chaotic work schedule may not allow him to go, meaning I'd rather not have him waste $70 on a non-refundable ticket. I've decided to go with Stef and Celeste, my two best friends in high school. We're the cheesey ones who even had a dedication page in the back of the yearbook. The three of us were gonna be roommates. Well, now the two of them are. I kind of broke that plan when I moved up here. They have a great 3-bedroom condo too which equates into my guest room when I come stay with them in September. Maybe we'll rent a limo and totally lie about our achievements. I should have never told anyone my dreams in high school. They'll be expecting me to walk in holding my Emmy. I actually liked high school. That's why I'm going. Us three girls have the greatest achievement of them all.... NO FUCKING KIDS!
I cannot believe it's already July. I'll be happy when this summer shit comes to an end. I have no business being in this kind of season. I thought I'd be social, so I accompanied Aaron to our pool on Saturday. I wasn't sitting out there more than five minutes before my flesh began to fry and crisp. Fuck it. Where is this fog I keep hearing about?
Before I forget, a special thank you to lunarpollen for his willingness to help me overcome my depressive state. I know the offer stands and I appreciate it. It's nice to know you're there.
Enough with the sappy shit, I want pancakes.