just woke up from a dream that included me falling asleep during a vampire weekend concert then standing in line to meet Andy biersack followed by quentin tarantino pulling me out of the line so I could throw dodge balls at dwight schrute

I can’t even

I have acquired

Something new.It has a reputation.

A record player.My very first.

It entered my room and filled this tiny little area that isn’t occupied with clothes or rando souvenirs of my life. That particular place was waiting for it.

Kind of like when you enter a party and you take the last open place among friends. It fit perfectly.It wasn’t crowding anyone or thing.