Arathain talks too much.

[scarylullabiez]

Last night I dreamed I went looking for work. I ended up working at Taco Bell. (p.s. This acutally makes sense. I refuse to work in fast food because if I did, I know I would quit eating it, and I kinda need the dollar menu to get by, but I loathe Taco Bell, and never ever eat the digestable rubber they try to pass off as food anyways.) I remember I started working @ 5:30 pm and was supposed to get off at 12:35 am. Bryan worked there as well. (I used to work with him at the movie theater.) Anyways, we were winding down for the night, and I went to clean the oven, but when I opened the oven door I realezed they had a self-cleaning oven. In that the oven was filled with sudsy dirty water about 7 inches deep that was swirling about on its own. So I'm squating down on the floor in a Taco Bell looking at this gunky water swirling around, and Bryan comes up behind me and whispers something. I can't remember the exact words, I just remember that the gist was that of a romantic overture. Then a wee bit later, he was sittin gon this couch (still in the Taco Bell) and he had me come sit and snuggle up to him and there was some talking and canoodling going on. And what I really remember was that it was quite pleasant. I did not tense up or begin ennumerating my flaws or pleading marriage, which is what romantic overtures usually prompt me to do. And then he said something along the lines of "I just hope you don't mind about my bed," and I was like "What about your bed?" and he was like "I don't have one," and I was like "dot, dot, dot." And then it was 11 o'clock and there was no one in the Taco Bell at all, and my family came to visit. At this point, I was the only employee there, and I wanted to turn all the lights off so no one would think we were open. So I sat around a Tace Bell table with my mom and sisters and brother, in the dark, talking and rambling like we always do, until 12:35. Then I woke up.

Brokeback Mountain like whoa. A little anaesthesia before ripping out my heart next time plebe. My brilliant plan worked and Lien was weepy too. Meanwhile, today is Yule in my religion; The Longest Night, aka AngstFest (for me). I have my journal and plenty of ink and pictures of Miles. Must stock up on tissues.