Last night I spent an intimate evening with a bottle of rum. When intoxicated I have a horrible habit of going on Facebook and clicking absolutely everything then the next morning when I log in it all comes flooding back. I liked what? I’m friends with who now? One day I will find myself in the awkward position of having to explain why I liked a post about genocide or child abuse. I’ve already unfriended one person from last night because their status update was about Jesus. NOPE, not happening.
This morning I had a great dream. I was on a team playing a game that was similar to volleyball but played in a pool and without a net, the opposite end of the pool was the goal line. I was the star player that everyone had to guard because I was such a fucking fantastic swimmer and ball spiker. It felt amazing to finally be good at a sport, even if it was an imaginary dream one.
This has nothing to do with anything except I was thinking about it. It makes me laugh and cringe simultaneously.
Now I want to watch Wanderlust instead of Forrest Gump. I am probably one of the few remaining people in the developed world that has never seen Forrest Gump. Netflix suggests that based on my preferences I will not like it. 2 out of 5 stars. If I’m honest I mostly want to watch it because I think it will make for a good nap movie. If you don’t understand what I mean by nap movie I don’t think I want you to read any more of my posts. ever.