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in my nightmare i was a dog walker and i hate dogs so much and i was married to a cab driver and i hate cab drivers so much and this horrible cab driver husband kept trying to run over one of the dogs i was walking. one, specifically. i don’t know why. they were all horrible, horrible fucking stupid dogs and he could have run them all over and i wouldn’t have given but one shit. but the fact that he wanted to run just one of them over was so annoying so i think i hated him more than i hated the dogs.

but, anyway, so i’m awake now. and it’s so early/late and i’m crying for some reason. (reason being: i’m crazy). and i can’t get back to sleep so i’ve just started thinking of every insane thing i can say tomorrow to this person i’m going to go out with.

and it’s all ridiculous stuff like talking about how much i hate animals and how selfish i am or about how i’ve really been putting myself out there - like every asshole who thinks they are the first person to have a fucking thought has been saying - and how i keep getting rejected by literally every person and other cool talking points along those lines.

and i’m also thinking about how i’m going to over-share (which is, i think, my biggest problem) something totally psychotic accidentally or offend him and i’m not even worried so much about being embarrassed or looking like a crazy person; i’m worried about losing the opportunity to make out with someone.

because god only fucking knows when that opportunity will present itself again.