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


