Bad dreams last night. WAH suddenly was back and super duper loving. Then somehow I was in a new place/new dream and OW1 was in the vicinity. I went to follow her into an alleyway to spy on her or yell at her and ended up in a physical fight. I beat her up. Then realized her friend was there filming it and was going to turn me in to the police. I had no choice but to beat the friend up too and take her camera to destroy the evidence. I woke up physically exhausted, I think I was wrestling with the pillows.
Strange dreams, no? Yuck.
Lately I have been realizing what a loser WAH is. (he has been such an immature jerk) Feel like moving on and forgetting him.
How's this for a Valentines Day poem?
Roses are red, Violets are blue, I'd rather be single Than be with you.
