You know that dream you have where you are naked and you run into your ex-boyfriend for the first time since breaking up and he is with a girl you are less than fond of as well as his friend who never really liked you anyway at a concert the two of you were supposed to see together and after you talk to him you turn around and fall on your ass?
Yeah, that dream became a reality Friday night -- except I wasn't naked. So, I guess that's a plus.
I just picked myself up from the fall and walked away. I really think it is a metaphor of the past two months of my life.
It would only happen to me, and that is what's so great about my life.
1 comment:
wait! i have to hear this story. have to.
but, i love the way you handled it. it is the marshall way.
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