My Subconcious was on a roll last night…
I’m feeling all sorts of not good about myself right now due to some weird eye infection, a zit the size of texas that has been on my face for a MONTH (no, really) and a disgusting cold sore that won’t get better. My body is in some sort of immunity crisis and I’m sure it has a lot to do with all the shit I put into it over the holidays. Either way, this is the dream I had last night:
Peter Krause and I met on a dating website (funny that I dreamt about Peter Krause after watching Parenthood, and not Dax Shepard, who I love, and of course, Jason Ritter, my OTL), and were apparently on our second date. We were getting along fabulously, he was really into me (I thought, but you know how these things go) but I was constantly primping because I was so self-conscious about the zit, the cold sore, etc. So I was wearing a LOT of makeup, and touching it up every so often.
He finally said something about all the makeup and I tried to explain to him in sheer embarrassment my predicament. He told me “Well you look a lot better than you did the first time I met you. Your looks are growing on me.”
Needless to say, I left the date. But then I tried to text him later. Cuz I always feel guilty even when the dude is in the wrong.
Ha ha ha.
