watermelon rain

the little pest is back because the person who thought it was fun to try and catch him is gone...it shits on my counters and then disappears. i am tired of this. i miss my toaster like crazy.

i was hours late for work today because i was lost in a dream where keanu wanted to be my boyfriend...there was also grass that was the colour and texture of grover's fur, bleachers without seats overlooking an empty field, giant fences being dragged into place, fancy hotel rooms and trouble dialing phone calls and a fantastic (and free) new wardrobe for me.

pathetic fallacy has to be the other greatest literary device ever invented...today was cold and miserable, just like me.