in my head

Last night I dreamed that

I was hanging out in G.O.’s hotel room. The lighting was dim, and we were on his bed. He kissed me on the forehead and called me his “star,” and then went over to the bathroom. I was in heaven. Then I remembered that I had a boyfriend who was in the room across the hall, and I tried to reconcile my tornado of emotions. I have a boyfriend! But G.O. was so adorable and affectionate and everything I’d ever want…god, my dream self was confused and torn.

Then LC came in and asked me for G.O.’s razor. “You already have a boyfriend, so what do you need G.O. for?” she said. But I told her I didn’t know where it was…who cares if I have a boyfriend? Why can’t they both be mine? Whyyyyyyyieeee