A Small World After All

in this photo: good advice

I got about one million feelings I want to share with you this morning, but like usual I'll play it close to my chest. Last night was surreal, not least because I met my ex's ex for the first time and she really liked my outfit and thought I was cute. Plus I really liked *her* outfit and thought *she* was cute. And that's all very funny because I remember very distinctly irrationally hating her.

Jeez. Flipping feelings like that makes me feel dizzy.

Also: there is that all of my dreams have been major realistic lately. For the last three nights I've dreamed every day before living it. With varying results, dream-wise. Mostly though everything is going way worse than it should when I dream it.


in this photo: not so nice

And then: my little cuzzo is coming over today to spend the night. And through some major serendipity and luck and fantastic forgotten connections I got tickets to see No Doubt for this evening. Paramore is opening and none of this is really *that* awesome to me except that it's all *super* awesome for little cousin, so you can imagine the general excitement around the whole thing.

So of course: last night I dreamed all night about skateboards, 14 year old girls and Gwen Stefani. Plus this dude from my work totally saved Gwen's whole audiovisual setup by doing some fancy computer wrangling. I woke up to a text asking me out to breakfast, but was so plum tuckered from the dream concert that I couldn't bring myself to go.

But there's more: I just found out like 5 minutes ago my dad is in town. Really? Really. And I'm not sure at all what the eff I'm supposed to do about that.

And to summarize: Happy Saturday.


in this photo: blessed, a mess, a mint green dress