"you talk way too much"

i know. . .so what do you want me to do about it?

i realized (while in the midst of my morning shower) that i am completely content with living vicariously through other people.
i am home base.
while everyone else runs around, past, and through me. . .they always come back. and that's cool. that's just my style.

craziest-ass dreams last night. including a rock-star version of "cute boy in the middle," a synchronized swimming chorus line, creepy hotel elevators, and family affairs. if only it meant something. . .anything but a jumbled, confused mess. i already know what that looks like.