Local people, help me find something fun to do for New Year’s Eve. This latest iteration of me actually seems to enjoy having fun.
No dreams last night, but my sleep was glorious. That’s fine. My whole weekend felt like sweet dreams, with a touch of nightmare thrown in.
Based on this latest round of matches, I think it’s time to remove that photo of me in front of the TARDIS from the dating site.
It’s officially no longer a surprise when, at an event full of strangers, I run into people I’ve already met. I hereby retire that sentiment.
I’m thinking about spending part of Friday at the Mall of America. The people watching will be phenomenal!
– “Normal sucks.”
– “Yeah, fuck normal.”
I’ll let you decide what that actually means.
I was born to laugh
I learned to laugh
Through my tears
I was born to love
I’m going to learn to love