happiness bled from every street corner
Yesterday I decided I’m going to make my kids write songs about presidents. Perhaps because of that, last night I dreamed I was going to marry John Flansburgh of They Might Be Giants. I didn’t realize it in my dream, but at some point Linnell morphed into Flansburgh, so the John encouraging me to go for it was the same guy I’d be marrying. Besides being him, what really won me over was that he was wearing a striped t-shirt. (Does he even wear striped shirts, ever? It seems much more Linnell…)
I can accept that Flansburgh is married, and that I don’t even know him. But why don’t I know any guys who wear striped t-shirts? For as trivial as it seems, it’s been bothering me all day.
