Ok people. I’m eating cold, left-over thai chicken with ginger from last night, and I’m approximately half-drunk. Shared a bottle of vino with ze boss-lady after work at her house. She only lives, like 2 minutes from mine, so, y’know. Things are getting weird. Correction: Strange dreams I’ve had recently are coming true. Call me a freak of nature if you must, (and hey, at least I know that’s true) but seriously, I have, in the last two weeks, dreamt at least three of the different things that she informed me of tonight. And yes, freakier still, I seem to think that this is perfectly natural to me…
See, Steve & I were talking about this the other night. It is coming back to me. And self-censorship is a bitch. I hate the very idea of it, but I have to, otherwise…
Hush, child.
But the conversation with the boss was incredible. It’s amazing to watch a person come to some (even basic) realisation about who you are, behind what they see you do… I love that moment.
*walks to ur house*