Needless to say, there are times I hate the fact that my subconscious is anchored so close to reality sometimes. Got hit on (well, hit on is a mild term to use for it) and rejected (also a mild term) by the same woman in the same dream.
Urgh, this first week of July is too full of old wounds reopening. I'd say I can't wait for it to be over, but... The rest of July is for newer wounds.
Gods, at this rate July is going to end up on my list of months I'd rather not see coming. Why, oh why must I be so attracted to Cancers?
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try.