I had a dream about my little brother last night. He was about 4 or 5...he was sporting the spiked mullet--you know what I'm talking about--spikey on top and super redneck on the back?? Ya. He had the little scab on his forehead he got from running into a pole at a baseball game. What a douche. In my dream we were running around, laughing and playing tag. He hugged me so tight-- it felt real. He thought I was so cool back then and loved me so much. I wish he still did. I miss that little boy.
There's really no point to this...I'm just having a rough night. My heart hurts.....
Dude- did you get fat ass over a week and refuse to share? As your leader, I demand you to post! ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd I get the Debbie Downer days. Sad. But things will turn around- they always do my love.