Courfeyrac Doesn't Need Your Stinking Participle (the_centre) wrote in valarnet, @ 2013-01-30 21:51:00 |
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Current mood: | contemplative |
Entry tags: | alyssa hamilton, courfeyrac, enjolras, grantaire |
What the hell, I'm going to come out and talk about this here, since the person who knows and thinks I'm crazy...already knows about me anyway. In my dreams I'm pretty much amazing. I mean I tend to think I'm pretty cool on a regular day as it is, call me overconfident, whatever you want, but I'm actually charming, and actually funny and actually not too ridiculous a person in them, instead of here where I just happen to think these things about myself.
Last night, I introduced a friend to my regular group of friends, all of who actually have showed up in my dreams now, along with a couple who we haven't convinced to join the dark side, aka: this network yet. All right so I got some odd looks for my choice of friend to introduce to them, since a lot of things didn't measure up, but I have the feeling that dream life me is going to be really glad that happened, especially because I'm generally glad that we all know him here.
But seriously, Marius? You're too precious for words there, honestly. And it's only fair that we educate you on the way things really stand so you have some better understanding of the world. Napoleon, really now? No, really? It's sort of cute, if it wasn't slightly scary.
And Enjolras? Your sudden love for cuddling with Jean Jacques in blanket forts? Hell, that text you sent me when I was making fun of you for that? Could have been lifted word for word from last night's little nocturnal adventure. You've been holding out on us, oh fearless leader, and we can't have that. Details, man, and details NOW.
To those of you not involved in my dreams yet, how many of you have your real world friends popping up all over them?