kestrel

I've just dreamed that I was chatting on AIM with the person I keep dreaming about (how fucking lame am I, dreaming about AIM?), and they explained that the mind does that kind of thing, placing certain people in dreams, when you don't realize in real life that you want them to be there. Lame, brain.

I really love Danny, and you guys get off reading too little of that. Even though he slept all of last night, when I took a five-hour nap this evening, so did he. As soon as I flop into bed, he mumbles "love you," which is what I've always said at bedtime, and climbs into his bed. Awwwwwwwww.

I hate weekends. Some fucking day...
I finally saw Garden State (there are about four hundred things I love about that site... or, like, three). I fucking loved it, but I knew I would. CaseLogic and I ran amuck through downtown Dallas last night, then Las Colinas, which is one of my favorite places in the world.

As my journal is getting incredibly nondescript (and long! What's the deal?) these days, I've added about nine hundred new pictures.

Witness: Kestrel, undertall.



Since I'm getting into this list thing:
* I would like to point out that I had not worn the above jeans since the Saturday I was in LA, and took them fresh out of the wash yesterday to find chewing gum stuck inside one of the pockets. Thank you, SGLA.
* There are currently about twenty little things that I ADORE people mentioning, but won't tell what they are. That'd ruin them.
* I'm really trying NOT to change my profile picture. I'm getting better.
* I could cut about ten people off the list today, but I won't. See? Better.
* I'm doing something BIG soon. No one would believe me if I DID want to tell anyone.
* I even updated my radioblog today.
* I'm seriously considering a tattoo of feathers, thanks to Juby.
* School in about a week. Vegas in over a month. Dammit.