There are probably a lot of things from today that I could blog about; usually I catalogue 3-4 interesting ideas or thoughts or things I saw or experienced to make a cohesive blog, but I am so exhausted right now that I have only one thing to share. It's like, because I am going out of the country (for a VLT) everyone is suddenly like "OMG LAST CHANCE TO GRAB KRISTINA.. HEY KRISTINA, BEFORE YOU LEAVE CAN YOU QUICKLY DO THIS ONE THING FOR ME/ANSWER THESE INTERVIEW QUESTIONS/FILM A VIDEO FOR MY SISTER'S BIRTHDAY/GO OUT TO LUNCH WITH ME/WATCH THIS MOVIE/DO A HANDSTAND???"
(I actually can't do a handstand, even when I do have free time.)
I work all day tomorrow, am stopping to pick up some things I need from the store before work, meeting my mom for lunch and running errands during my lunch break, seeing a movie with my brother after work, getting up early on Saturday to get my tires rotated and oil changed on my Fiesta, meeting the Fam out at this campground to see the extendeds and say bye to everyone, spending the night, coming home, finishing packing, spending time with Eia, spening one more evening with my family, GETTING ON A PLANE.
I have no more time to do other people's crap.
Anyway. My one-topic blog post is already turning into a convoluted rant session, so here is my story.
As I'm sure you know, I hate peanut butter. I was about to say loathe, but loathe is the kind of word I save for grape flavored candy and seafood, so I'll stick with hating peanut butter.
Last night, I dreamt that I was sitting in a park by myself, eating a huge tub of crunchy peanut butter, hayleyghoover style. I remember feeling disgusted as I brought the spoon to my mouth, but then, as the peanut buttery.. stuff.. was oozing around my mouth, in the dream it tasted something like an oreo blizzard from Dairy Queen and I remember thinking "Oh my god, peanut butter is amazing." I then proceeded to finish off the entire tub of PB, and then had a midlife crisis, mid-dream, where I realized I COULD NEVER TELL ANYONE that I now loved peanut butter. I went to my room and found multiple places I could hide it so no one would ever have to know my secret. My life was changed. Then I woke up.
Now, I know for certain that peanut butter does not in fact taste like an oreo blizzard. The idea of putting it in my mouth still makes me want to hurl. I am not cured.
But I figured it was a dream worth remembering. :)
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