Daily Archives: July 27, 2008

I’m here to remind you

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I had the weirdest dream. I was working in a grocery store, and there was this section of carts in the back of the store. In one of the carts–aisle 9, row 11 to be exact, hahaha–were this little blond boy and brunette girl. They were no older than three and, like you always do in dreams, I knew they had been left there. So I went to who I’m guessing was my boss in the dream and reported them. He said he would call DCF or whatever and I said I would take care of them in the meantime.

I headed to the back of the store again and ran into two old friends from high school. We’ll call them Greg and Tom. I jumped up on Greg and almost knocked him over. “You’re an asshole,” he said, laughing. I also gave Tom a hug, which is weird because in real life I can’t stand him. We started playing with those Nerf dart guns and tackling each other, hahaha. I told them I was looking for the kids and we made our way back to the carts, but the kids were gone. And of course, that’s where I woke up.

I don’t know why in hell I would dream about Greg and Tom. I haven’t seen either of them in probably a year, and Tom terrifies me. I also have no idea why I was working in a grocery store and why I didn’t get fired for playing Nerf gunslingers. Still, I occasionally miss Greg and sometimes wish Tom weren’t such a dickhead–er, I wish he hadn’t beat up my friend “Marissa” when they dated.

Going to the chapel

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Edit: I was really cranky when I wrote this last night, so I sound a lot bitchier than normal. I’m not taking it down, though; it’s pretty amusing. (:

I’m in such a mean mood right now, lol. I don’t even know why. Maybe it’s because of the butterflies. I’ll get to that in a minute, but first, the pictures I promised!


You can’t tell that my hair is red in the second picture, but that’s because the lighting in my bathroom is lame. I’m wearing a dress because I went to a wedding tonight, where butterflies where killed because two people who barely know each other thought it would be fun to get married. (I’m bitter because the bride gave me a dirty look when I said congratulations to her. I have no idea what I did to her, hahaha.)

Anyway, on to the butterflies. As we were taking our seats before the ceremony began, one of the hostesses from the restaurant was handing out these little white folded pieces of paper. She said they were butterflies and that we were to release them at the end of the ceremony. My first thought was that they were fake butterflies, but no–they were real monarchs trapped inside of these “envelopes”.

Yep.

To top it off, Sandy’s was dead (there was butterfly blood all over her “envelope”), Tyla’s was dead (it wasn’t moving), and mine had a hole in its wing. Sandy and Tyla got theirs replaced before the ceremony began, but when we all released them, they sort of just flopped to the ground and hopped away instead of flying into the sky.

Yeah.

I’m probably going to have nightmares about dead butterflies now.

Anyway, the wedding was okay and I really hope that the bride and groom are happy. I guess it doesn’t really matter how long you know each other, right? As long as you don’t kill butterflies?

I learned an important lesson, though, and it’s this: I have no idea if I actually want to ever get married. Part of me was like, man this could be me someday. The other part was, man if only I could just have kids and not get married. Like, find a sperm donor or something. I am so freaking indecisive.

I just know that I will not have monarchs in my wedding.