Me: so the next time I go to the bonfire
(there will be a next time) I will pick a different outfit

Friend: what kind of dress are you going for?

Me: like an 1860s hoop skirt and corset job

Friend: -_- i’m afraid you’ll run away to
oak alley

Me: I’m not gonna run away to /Pointe du Lac/. just musing. Daydreaming.

Friend: ok, good. it is 3pm,
peak daydream time

Me: i daydream 100% of my conscious
time

Friend: no wonder you don’t do drugs