
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.
Ditto.
that “friend” was me.
(Boldened text my own emphases.) Ned Hepburn always writes posts like this, but this is the first I most directly relate...
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