Last night i dreamed that i was in seattle with my sister. it was a beautiful, sunny day and we were at lululemon, buying gorgeous, expensive workout clothes. in my dream, money wasn't an issue and i had bought myself tons of fancy running gear and didn't even feel guilty about it. then my alarm went off and i found myself still in baltimore, still broke, wearing a 10 year old t-shirt and torn sweatpants.
ahh, the simple, shallow dreams of a poor student. you know, there once was a time when i would dream about being on saturday night live or that i'd developed the ability to fly or breathe underwater. or i would defeat bad guys and criminals in hand-to-hand combat. now all i dream about is being able to own sweatpants without holes.
sigh.
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