Friday, February 13, 2015


Dreamt of a man who had two really fluffy Pomeranians that he was totally devoted to. Then one morning he woke up and they were missing from his bed. He was really distraught. It was then revealed to me that he was a CIA spy and had been wearing pheromones spray that came in a little gray tube. I held the tube in my hand and accidentally sprayed it on the man sitting next to me. Nothing really changed. I was still thinking about the CIA man having to choose between his career and his dogs. 

Tuesday, February 10, 2015


Sometimes he's terrible and sometimes he's not that bad
Sometimes it's mild anxiety and sometimes it's full blown dread. 

Sometimes I find myself asleep on the floor. 
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever love anybody more. 

Monday, February 9, 2015


I spent the evening with my two favourite cousins who are male and whose names start with the letter "J" and it was so nice.