Alice: Mini Narcissist

The last dream I had was one of those you have in between the snoozes. You dream you get up and do all of the things that you need to do, then you wake up for real and you're like WHY AM I NO LONGER CLEANED AND DRESSED AND FED? It was like that, but I would keep waking up, looking over in the mirror on my closet and being shocked at how adorably gorgeous I looked. Then I'd go back to sleep, certain that I didn't need any extra time to put my face on, because I'm already breathtakingly attractive.

Then I woke up for real, and then I was like ye-gad! Then I fainted. True story. I left out some parts, but other than that, it totally happened.

Remind me to talk about fainting. And to get that burrito so that I have plenty of iron before I give blood.

Buttercream

That's what I smell right now. And burning feathers. I must have a brain tumor. Always smelling things (BURNING FEATHERS) that aren't there (BRAIN TUMOR).

Usually weird things, like potatoes or oatmeal cookies, or bacon tomato sandwiches. You know. Delicious things.