makeout, marriage, and babies.
i had this dream last night that i was marrying Vegas. it was so fucked up. i, apparently, forgot about it amidst the planning of Sarah's wedding and was freaking out, scrambling to get things done. i was seriously unprepared. i hadn't done my hair. i didn't know what song i was walking down the aisle to. my mom didn't know about it and i couldn't find her. people was starting to arrive and i had no idea what i was doing.
i was in a little church back home and everything was going wrong. i managed to find some random mix CD he made with classical music on it, so that was done. i tried to rush and, essentially, organize a wedding (while getting ready) in an hour. yea, not so much. there was someone with me, trying to help, but i don't remember who it was. after the two hour mark, i asked them to go out and check on him and he was sitting in the back pew reading and waiting.
finally, i gave up. i came out and just told people that we were going to have to reschedule the wedding. i just couldn't pull it together.
there are a number of reasons why that was just a dream:
1. i can't have someone like him. i'd like the above title to be true, but i can't pull him. i don't think i've ever met anyone more sufficently out of my league. so, if he did want to marry me, i sure as fuck wouldn't forget about it.
2. i am nothing if not a planning motherfucker. so, the idea that i'd be unprepared and disorganized is impossible.
3. above the other two, if i was getting married, my mother wouldn't let me forget. please, the way that woman rides my back about getting a boyfriend is ridiculous. if i was actually getting married, she'd be white on rice with that shit.
4. i wouldn't get married back at home. fuck a midwest.
5. he was really patient with me.
i figure the reason i dreamed about it is because he was supposed to go with me to Sarah's wedding. so, i connected him to a wedding. well, that and the fact that "makeout, marriage, and babies" is all i want from him. is that too much to ask for? i don't think i've met anyone--after Shawn, of course-- that i wanted...forever.
thems the fucking breaks, though, aren't they?
i was in a little church back home and everything was going wrong. i managed to find some random mix CD he made with classical music on it, so that was done. i tried to rush and, essentially, organize a wedding (while getting ready) in an hour. yea, not so much. there was someone with me, trying to help, but i don't remember who it was. after the two hour mark, i asked them to go out and check on him and he was sitting in the back pew reading and waiting.
finally, i gave up. i came out and just told people that we were going to have to reschedule the wedding. i just couldn't pull it together.
there are a number of reasons why that was just a dream:
1. i can't have someone like him. i'd like the above title to be true, but i can't pull him. i don't think i've ever met anyone more sufficently out of my league. so, if he did want to marry me, i sure as fuck wouldn't forget about it.
2. i am nothing if not a planning motherfucker. so, the idea that i'd be unprepared and disorganized is impossible.
3. above the other two, if i was getting married, my mother wouldn't let me forget. please, the way that woman rides my back about getting a boyfriend is ridiculous. if i was actually getting married, she'd be white on rice with that shit.
4. i wouldn't get married back at home. fuck a midwest.
5. he was really patient with me.
i figure the reason i dreamed about it is because he was supposed to go with me to Sarah's wedding. so, i connected him to a wedding. well, that and the fact that "makeout, marriage, and babies" is all i want from him. is that too much to ask for? i don't think i've met anyone--after Shawn, of course-- that i wanted...forever.
thems the fucking breaks, though, aren't they?
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