over the past couple of nights, i've been having dreams that involve me asking hot gig out and having a happily ever after, most ending with him and i kissing at the stroke of midnight on new year's. i blame all the alcohol i've been drinking of late.
the sad thing is, at one point, i thought they were a good omen. that maybe i should pay attention to my dreams, grow a pair, and not vaguely ask hot gig out on a date. just go up to him, say "do you want to go out sometime, you know, date-like?"
but i can't do that. if anything, i'm overly a coward. nope. i'm better off trying to convince myself he's a selfish, self-absorbed, vain, inconsiderate ass, and that's at least partially right.
at least lone star will never let me down.
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