It turns out that working with fish and buying myself a Spongebob popsicle was exactly what the doctor ordered.
That and the copious amounts of Le Cygne and Meditation I have been listening to is beautifully calming - I am a hazy ball of smiles and chuckles. Everything is going to be a-okay.
Unrelated, I had a dream where I had dolled myself up (something red, short, and sweet. I even had mistletoe in my hair - I know) for my boyfriend (a fellow I know from real life who I would probably never date, he's not even among my group o' friends) for our Christmas date. But unfortunately for my dream!self, my boyfriend was still working his shift at a mall-food-court-type place by the time I had to go back home. So I walked over to the counter where he was busy taking orders and such to let him know I was heading out. But for some reason (and by some strange courage that I would never possess in reality), I perched myself up onto the counter and convinced to get up on the counter on his side, which was separate by a short glass barrier. AND THEN I PULLED HIM IN FOR SOME MAJOR PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION. Not a little peck, it was heavy lip action that apparently my dream!self is capable of. After all of this, some girls waiting in line at the counter commented on how my face went when he approached me and how nice it was to be able to just go about kissing attractive fellows willy nilly. I got quite upset at how I was portrayed as forcing my affections on him, and he wouldn't explain how much he appreciated the kiss to our large audience. Doing the only reasonable thing possible in dream worlds, I stormed off in a huff. He (magically ran around the counter and) stopped me to say, "It's tradition" because apparently he had taken the mistletoe out of my hair to hold over us.
IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS SWEET AND CUTE, I SHOULD BE A WRITER FOR ROM-COMS.
The Old Man and She-Sheldon heard about my dreams. The Old Man said that it was adorable, and if he says something... it must be... words. I dunno.
My fingers feel heavy. It must be time to go, my bed needs me.
That and the copious amounts of Le Cygne and Meditation I have been listening to is beautifully calming - I am a hazy ball of smiles and chuckles. Everything is going to be a-okay.
Unrelated, I had a dream where I had dolled myself up (something red, short, and sweet. I even had mistletoe in my hair - I know) for my boyfriend (a fellow I know from real life who I would probably never date, he's not even among my group o' friends) for our Christmas date. But unfortunately for my dream!self, my boyfriend was still working his shift at a mall-food-court-type place by the time I had to go back home. So I walked over to the counter where he was busy taking orders and such to let him know I was heading out. But for some reason (and by some strange courage that I would never possess in reality), I perched myself up onto the counter and convinced to get up on the counter on his side, which was separate by a short glass barrier. AND THEN I PULLED HIM IN FOR SOME MAJOR PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION. Not a little peck, it was heavy lip action that apparently my dream!self is capable of. After all of this, some girls waiting in line at the counter commented on how my face went when he approached me and how nice it was to be able to just go about kissing attractive fellows willy nilly. I got quite upset at how I was portrayed as forcing my affections on him, and he wouldn't explain how much he appreciated the kiss to our large audience. Doing the only reasonable thing possible in dream worlds, I stormed off in a huff. He (magically ran around the counter and) stopped me to say, "It's tradition" because apparently he had taken the mistletoe out of my hair to hold over us.
IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS SWEET AND CUTE, I SHOULD BE A WRITER FOR ROM-COMS.
The Old Man and She-Sheldon heard about my dreams. The Old Man said that it was adorable, and if he says something... it must be... words. I dunno.
My fingers feel heavy. It must be time to go, my bed needs me.
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