I just wanna dance

I tend to have weird dreams when I'm sick.
Today's dreams included:

• A sex dream about my ex-boyfriend where my best friend kept trying to cock block me and I just kept trying to get rid of her so I could do the deed with Mr. Ex
• A dream where my Dad was giving me and my brother gifts and checks for lots of money because he knew his life was ending soon
• A dream that took place at my apartment and all my aunts were there but my Aunt Julie refused to talk to me because she knew I had forgotten they were supposed to visit that weekend

It wasn't very hard for me to figure out what my subconscious meant by these dreams.
I've read my own mind, so to speak.
hahahahaha.

IS THAT GUY DEAD? IS HE DEAD?
Sorry, that makes me laugh. A lot. Amy poehler is amazing.

I'm listening to lots of R&B today, craving deep-dish pizza and researching Steps on Broadway.

Just as I typed a cryptic sentence expressing my disappointment in someone, they texted me something that completely made me delete the sentence and feel guilty for what I thought.
Sometimes I'm a bitch for no reason.
Other times it's well deserved.

I hope Karma is real. Because I believe in it.
Gnite.