THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I had a dream a met the person I was going to marry. Like, that specifically.
He was Scottish, coincidentally, so I suppose I'll just have to keep my ears out for the incomprehensible phlegm-riddled voice of my one true love.
Everything is as it was. Though I'm feeling some pang of desire (or urgency) to get of the country immediately. I won't until someone dies, however... And no one appears to do that in my gene pool...
I'm just about peeing my pants in anticipation for the new Dresden Dolls record, however.
I keep reaching out for something that's still intangible...