Runaway Whore

Oh sweet jesus. Last night I dreamed that I was... dating the aforementioned Freshman Love. It was... my worst nightmare. Sort of. I mean, even dream me was like "ehhh, what the FUCK is going on?" And then I freakin fell for him and it was great but so sad.

God forbid I ever let my emotion control me. I'm supposed to be the happily single person. I can't let this happen! And we all know it's going to happen, whether he's willing or not. There's a whore in my blood, I'm sure.

This is so, so, so sad. Tie me to the bed and leave me to die. Running from my emotions- oh, what is wrong.

Unless, my mind is playing an April Fool's Day joke on me? How cruel.

I also had a dream that Fred Phelps was protesting outside a production on Bare.