A friend of mine who works at a magazine said recently “You know what? You should date Jena Malone. You guys would be really cute together and she lives in the city I think” and I said “Well, yeah, I should” and she said “I could probably reach out to her or something, you know, as a laugh haha” and because my mind does not compute ‘as a laugh haha’ statements like that I’ve now let my mind wander to the point where Jena and I have named a dog and moved in together.
This is the kind of brain I have to deal with every day. I can barely make a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea without getting fucking shoulder deep in whimsy and imagination. I’m the worst fucking adult ever.