love me tender | elvis presley
breakfast: smoothie (greek yogurt, strawberries, blueberries, splash of pomegranate juice) and two soft boiled eggs
lunch: soup: white beans, black beans, kale, tomato, and onion in a rosemary/red wine base.
ensemble: galoshes, cream sweater tights, charcoal pocket dress, oatmeal elbow cardigan, fork & spoon necklace, and nerd frames. maybe red pashmina.
dream: i was trying to take a gray tshirt to my neighbor’s house in the middle of the night in the dead of winter. it was very icy and windy. the wind resistance was terrible. a gust of wind came and caught on the plastic bag and i went soaring into the air. that was equally cool and terrifying. i could hear the sound of radio tuning. i hate that sound. i was in the barracks and getting ready to run a marathon with melanie marie and a few other people. the cute cadet let me ride on his handlebars, flobot style. i was hanging out at ginnie’s house by myself, everything was a mirror reflection of itself (floorplan wise). i was discussing making peach apple butter with someone. bak nan joop koi, hawn. all the pleasant parts of a dream occur minutes before one wakes up. i was a little disappointed when i woke up, on the reals.
