I dislike you.

i dreamed a dream.

That song drives me coconuts. 

I've been working on a surprise photo project that involves digging through old family photo albums.  It's been a hysterical trip down memory lane.  I haven't yet reached the year 2003 which is when my life disappeared down a rabbit hole until it reemerged on November 5, 2010.  I came across a photo that was in the wrong photo album so it completely took me by surprise.  It was a photo of me, my old college roommate, and my ex-boyfriend moving me into one of my college apartments.  Holy.  Shit.  He was hot.  No, he was haaawt.  And he was so sweet.  Until he wasn't.  By that time in our lives he had transferred to MSU and he got a job in the meat department at a grocery store.  He sent me the dirtiest, funniest love letters composed completely with meat stickers from work.  Last night I saw him again, in my dreams.  We talked about our kids and about our lives and the whole time I was really uncomfortable and didn't really even want to be talking to him but I couldn't figure out why.  When I woke up I still felt weird about it and then I realized why.  In my dream, he hadn't aged a bit.  I was talking to a 21-year-old man child even though I was almost-40-year-old woman child.  I felt like a dirty old cougar. 

Yuck.