i'm a loser, baby.

[talkingtotulips]

last night i had the weirdest dream ever.
i dreamt jake and my brother both died,
and it was very realistic in terms of how they died, having to make funeral arrangements, etc. it was fucking horrible.

so today i called jake to make sure he was still alive. (he was.)
and i think he was pissed at me for calling him.
or exasperated.
or something.
in some sort of unusual way, i'm pretty sure we're still friends.
but i'm getting sick of overanalyzing everything in my life,
so suffice it to say it simultaneously pissed me off and hurt my feelings.
and then i got over it with a blackberry scone
and my new buddy.

in other news,
life is grand.
i got a goldfish,
named gomez,
and he is sweet and loves me bunches.