Virtual Coffee

Hello, hello my loves.

It’s Tuesday, which means it’s time for some {Virtual Coffee}. My coffee hiatus lasted exactly four days. I’m back, much happier than I was last week. It’s amazing what a cup of coffee can do for you in the mornings {or all day}.

If we were actually having coffee today, I would tell you how I wish the weekend would get here faster. It’s going to be a good time.

Because…

I get to spend my Sunday running around, eating cotton candy and corn dogs, and screaming my head off while riding my favorite ride.

I love Disneyland.

If we were having coffee today, I would tell you that after next week, I will have crossed off everything from my summer bucket list.

Wednesday {8/25} = TAYLOR SWIFT

OHMYGODIMSOEFFINGEXCITED

And this is where I tell you of my embarrassing dream the other night. You have to promise you won’t judge me. It was terrifying; not necessarily the worst dream of my life, but traumatizing nonetheless.

Side note: My worst dream starred a talking doll a la Chucky, an underwater aquarium exhibit, and potato chip underwear. I was eight. Don’t ask. {My brother still makes fun of me}.

So. My nightmare.

I somehow talked a security guard into letting me get into a Taylor Swift concert {talked = cried}. She pulled some fans on stage and I ran to the front like a crazy woman, elbowing people out of my way until I got to get on stage. During one of her songs, she did that thing that some singers do, where she put the microphone in front of members of the audience so they could sing the song. My turn came…

And I didn’t know the words.

I was humiliated. She called me the worst fan ever. And then I cried.

Some may say that my obsession with T. Swift borders on the fanatical. I say that I’m on the right side of that border. But still.

I LOVE YOU TAYLOR. PLEASE BE MY BEST FRIEND.

Now that I’m completely embarrassed and will probably never be able to redeem myself, I should probably end this post here.

Tomorrow I have a fabulous guest post for you from the amazing Aspiring Kennedy. That gives me at least a day to figure out a way to get my reputation back.

I love you all too.