Imagine

One) This is my 100th blog post.

100 is a pretty big number.

Two) It's John Lennon's 70th birthday!

In the style of Ted from Sixteen Candles: "Duh nuh nuh nuh nuh, YOU SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! *Drums on car*"

Happy birthday to one of the most amazing people to ever live. Lennon, sir, you are truly an inspiration.

To expound upon "One)", well. 100 posts. That's pretty crazy, if I do say so myself. In... 4-ish months, I've posted 100 times. I truly have no life. And in four months I've had approximately 600 views. I'm sadly proud of that. But 100 posts. *Whistle sound people make at an unbelievable spectacle* Could I possibly have that much to say? Apparently so. Goodness. Yay for milestones?

I'm going to celebrate such an occasion with ice cream. I was going to eat ice cream anyways,

But now I have an actual purpose in doing so. Awesome.

There's a lot I could say, I guess.

A lot that goes unsaid.

In matters of my life,

I drove a lot today. And nobody died, there were no explosions, and I wasn't nervous.

I am certainly getting a feel for this "Driving an automobile" thing.

I feel the need to buy one of those weird little pine-tree air fresheners to hang from my rearview mirror.

I think they're cute.

And tacky.

At the same time.

Oh.

I had a dream last night.

It was wonderful,

While at the same time being horribly un-wonderful.

And guess who it involved?

Yeah, that's right.

Him.

He doesn't usually show up in my dreams.

And with good reason.

Because if he did, I'd end up going insane.

But here he was.

We were at school.

At some stupid assembly.

And so he decides,

We should sneak out.

And so we do.

And we're outside of school,

And we're running around Columbus.

Of all places.

He was sweet and funny, and wonderful.

Literally, we were laughing for most of this dream.

But I remember a really weird part of this dream,

Vividly.

I was hugging him, and laughing,

And I recall every detail of how that felt.

And I hate myself for it.

I hate myself for letting this happen,

Fall so out of proportion.

I hate him for existing.

But I love him too much

(oh that sounds so stupid!!)

To actually hate him.

What gives here?

I am thoroughly distressed by all of this ridiculousness.

So I'm going to go now.

And just continue to think about him.

Dammit.

*Frustration noise*

Goodnight,

Sleep tight,

Don't let the bed bugs bite

(Which here in Ohio is a high possibility).

I cdspbi you.

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