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design | host bienvenidos al taco rico i had the craziest fucking dream last night. It must have been the flan from el taco rico. it took place almost entirely at my school, from what i can remember. Lots of my dreams take place at my school. insane. i was sitting on the floor in the senior stairwell... and it was bigger somehow, and a bunch of people were just sitting around laughing at nothing. maybe they were high. Robin was sitting by me, laughing hysterically at who knows what and i just got up and started walking away. and there were all of these people who'd moved away that were just suddenly back. people i hadn't even realised i remembered. like mike fucking longoria? he moved after 8th grade. crazy. they're all walking through the halls waving at me and it's weird because i thought they were gone. then i saw him... ... and i said (dream thought?) fuck it. i grabbed him by his big, nicely proportioned shoulders, and started kissing him. contrary to real life, he just relaxed. like, i could actually feel his shoulders loosen up. he just let me kiss him and started to kiss back. i pulled him into a janitor closet and i was about to ask him something when the closet was suddenly the one from the gym where i threw up in the sink in seventh grade. so i grabbed his arm and we were running away. we stopped for breath and i was going to ask him something... and then i heard my mom's hair dryer and i was awake much too early for my taste on a saturday morning. i want to call him at work some more but i'm scared i'll get him in trouble. i'm going to go play my guitar now. |