Nov. 16, 2003 @ 12:07 p.m.

After being told something I never want to hear again but that I know I will, I looked her dead in the eye and flatly stated, as annunciated as possible, “Yeah but what happens when reality doesn't match up with the dream and your little heart is floating in the wake of your own piss?” She mentally threw up before rolling her eyes and telling me that I’m hopeless. After she said that, a smile came to my face as I told her, “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!”