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I dreamed I had a disproportionately large butt. Not like in those stupid old Saturday Night Live sketches or anything, but more like the kind of butt some women get when they get to middle age and everything sort of spreads out down there.

I don't have such a butt in real life (my butt is one of the few parts of my body I have no beef with, so to speak), so in the dream I remember looking in the mirror all dismayed, like, "Oh, great, now YOU'VE gone, too?", but then sort of getting into it and thinking, "Well, look at that, some junk in the trunk! Nothing wrong with that!"

So, that's weird.

By the way, I searched five different stores today for sugar-free Kool-Aid, to no avail. Just as I was giving up, I talked to my mom on the phone and she pointed out that they had it downstairs in the deli next to our apartment building. And so they did! Smart mom! So I am very disappointed that the tiny skein of "test yarn" I washed out last night has gone mysteriously missing. I blame Stinka and Monsta, the little brats.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:01 PM | shower me with attention