i keep having these weird dreams where i'm separated from chad. like, either someone kidnaps me or i get sent somewhere or lost and can't find my way back for months. last night i had one of those dreams, and i didn't come back till christmas. i was living on some island, and the people i was living with didn't want me to return. when i finally got back to chad and my family, i was pretty much, "screw you people. i've known these guys longer." and chad had bought a whole bunch of cool movies. he looked really sad. genuinely sad, not the puppy-dog persuasive sad. i think i woke up crying. and i saw michael later and he had lost a shitload of weight. [like he told me.] i need to figure out how to turn my subconscious off.
apparently placebo put out a new album. it's pretty good.
i'm being nostalgic with make yourself.
also, leggings are coming back into style? wtf. [wasn't i a year ahead of this trend?] i should tell my mom. she'd get a kick out of that.