I might as well get this out while I'm still enjoying my endorphin high. Yeah...I'm an obnoxious 'hipster' who runs and pretends to be ecologically conscious, yet vegetarianism still eludes me. Lack of will-power, I guess. I had this dream last night, well, two dreams actually. In one I named my future daughter 'Lasagna'. How ridiculous is that? In the dream I remember thinking that it was so cute, and especially groundbreaking for white people. You know, like the name Shavoniquah for black people. It had flavor. The second dream was a lot more substantial and probably has some hidden meaning that I'll let you decipher. I'm totally at a loss. I was laying in my bed and D was laying beside me. We were both staring deeply into each others eyes, silent, as if words were completely unnecessary. We were transmitting thoughts through our gazes. His eyes were so focused and honest. I'd never seen him like that. We both had those little cartoon hearts floating out of our eyes, gravitating upward when we blinked. I have never felt so at peace. It was like that feeling you get when you're too exhausted to breathe yet you're content never to breathe again, even though it means dying. Thinking that this dream was some fated sign that we would have a happily-ever-after, run-into-each-others-arms-in-a-field-of-tulips, i-knew-i-always-loved-you moments, I texted him.

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