and as predicted, walgreens lady, i have had umbrella stuck in my head all day
In the interest of continuing to use this journal to record my pathetic dreams......
I have had FOUR boyfriend dreams in the past month. No, my longing for love in all the right places has not kicked up a notch or anything. My subconscious just chose to torture me, thanks so much.
Last night's variation had jennerose introducing me to a scrawny hipster-esque type right before we all went on some kind of retreat. (Like I used to do for church, only Jesus was not involved in this one.) We hung out all during the retreat, and at some point we were rough housing or something and he kissed me (like we were TWELVE). Then, as we were leaving the retreat, I overheard some tiny little bitchy blonde talking about my maybe boyfriend and calling him "fabulous and gay." So. I sit down with this dude and I'm like "hey, I have zero problems with you being gay. But I like you, and I just thought you should know." And it turns out he was not gay.
End of story by Merrin.
In other news, watched two movies today. One was Joyful Noise, which I saw with jennerose. It was about what you'd expect from a Dolly Parton movie, which is to say FABULOUS and often hilarious. That woman is a treasure. Queen Latifah was also really freaking awesome. The movie suffered from being the cheesiest thing that ever existed, and also by trying too hard to be Sister Act 2, but it was time well spent with a friend. Also afforded us the opportunity to ugly cry and see Jesse L. Martin.
And then tonight I watched Plan B all on my lonesome on netflix. It's a gay foreign film about a dude trying to break up his ex girlfriend and her new boyfriend, only the plan backfires when he falls for the new boyfriend. Acting was phenomenal, but there were a lot of static shots of, like, windows and doorways, and more staring than all the Twilight movies combined. Kind of detracted from the whole.
I have had FOUR boyfriend dreams in the past month. No, my longing for love in all the right places has not kicked up a notch or anything. My subconscious just chose to torture me, thanks so much.
Last night's variation had jennerose introducing me to a scrawny hipster-esque type right before we all went on some kind of retreat. (Like I used to do for church, only Jesus was not involved in this one.) We hung out all during the retreat, and at some point we were rough housing or something and he kissed me (like we were TWELVE). Then, as we were leaving the retreat, I overheard some tiny little bitchy blonde talking about my maybe boyfriend and calling him "fabulous and gay." So. I sit down with this dude and I'm like "hey, I have zero problems with you being gay. But I like you, and I just thought you should know." And it turns out he was not gay.
End of story by Merrin.
In other news, watched two movies today. One was Joyful Noise, which I saw with jennerose. It was about what you'd expect from a Dolly Parton movie, which is to say FABULOUS and often hilarious. That woman is a treasure. Queen Latifah was also really freaking awesome. The movie suffered from being the cheesiest thing that ever existed, and also by trying too hard to be Sister Act 2, but it was time well spent with a friend. Also afforded us the opportunity to ugly cry and see Jesse L. Martin.
And then tonight I watched Plan B all on my lonesome on netflix. It's a gay foreign film about a dude trying to break up his ex girlfriend and her new boyfriend, only the plan backfires when he falls for the new boyfriend. Acting was phenomenal, but there were a lot of static shots of, like, windows and doorways, and more staring than all the Twilight movies combined. Kind of detracted from the whole.