Yeah, life is complicated. But it's also very fucking short.

If you find someone who can forgive all your bullshit... the least you can do is try to forgive them.

-- Saga

Well, this morning I dreamed that I was told to get dressed to go to a restaurant decorated in the baroque style. He told me not to worry about the bill and ordered some succulent lobster dumplings with salmon roe, mysterious cooked beast, orgy, etc. The bill was $800, no drinks. The dude escaped through the bathroom window because he was jealous of our dining companions and didn't expect the bill to be so high. A silver fox and an older woman I'd seen before at the sauna with silver hair and flawless skin picked up the bill. I found him outside and broke up with him on the spot. Then I walked home in the snow - in open-toed heels - wondering if I should take him back, because maybe it would be worth it.

So I went back the next day and talked to Mystery Man about PAYING ONE'S BILLS, and he promised not to climb out bathroom windows anymore. But somehow at that point... the urge to get back together had totally evaporated. And I woke up.

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Six years later, I've just figured out that you can give security settings to uploaded photos. And albums. Sometimes separately. Herp.


Andrea did tell me that all cats are insane in their own way.