My high school reunion is on Saturday. I'm not going. (And apparently, neither is anyone else. I think only eight people have RSVP'd.)
But I keep having nightmares about it anyway. Last night, I dreamt I went and it was at the home of this terrible girl who shall remain nameless but in my dream still lived with her equally terrible and annoying mother and there was too much shag carpet and all the food was extremely disgusting and made with canned soup concentrate or something nasty like that and there wasn't enough alcohol and all of my ex-boyfriends were there and everyone was mad at me because I didn't offer to help out in the kitchen.
And the entire scenario was tinted red.
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