if you only knew how easy it would be to show me how you feel .
Serial napping, re-watching Revolutionary Road, nerve tonic, waking up to sleepy text messages, crocheting, and natural curls. Tomorrow an old friend is getting married, Rick's going to be my date. I'm wearing my keds and a skirt, can't wait to eat cake and maybe bust a move.
I keep having the most fucked up dreams. Last night a man wearing a dress proposed to me in the bathroom of a greyhound bus station. Not sure what that means. I've recently been thinking of going to a psychic advisory for fun, but I'm afraid of what they might say.