Thursday, 26 April 2012
Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down/ Anyplace but those I know by heart.
I had a really weird dream this morning.
I was in a hair salon that wasn't like a hair salon, and I wasn't there to get my hair done, I was there to do someone's hair. I went around the corner into the waiting room sort of thing, and Derek was there in a white Hawaiian shirt with a design on it the colors of neopolitan ice cream and a little green and blue.
We hung out together, and laid out on the floor, his arms outstretched toward me, so I lay with him, my head on his chest. We talked about I don't remember what, and he mentioned that he wouldn't mind if my hair went some colors lighter, "like Richard's hair," he said. (Richard is my brother. He's got more gold in his hair than I do.) I don't remember much after that, but we kept hanging out until
I heard a door slam. I woke up bolt upright in my bed, looking for the door that slammed, but everything was quiet. I checked my phone for the time, and saw that Derek had messaged me.
So yeah. I know. Cool story, bro.
Casablanca later tonight! I'm so goddamn excited. I'll have to show you guys what I wear, if I decide to be fancy about it.