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yes, yes...
but instead i'm doing the mundane thingies that must be done. transferring all my music from one laptop to the other, which wouldn't be difficult at all except that itunes updates between 2008 and now have made it suck balls. or maybe i just don't like change. either way, i also don't own a functioning ipod (funny, huh? considering the three that have miraculously appeared, string free, throughout my life) so working with smaller portions is slightly more complicated. it's something i've been meaning to do. i also have to get all my writing, angst, bad poetry, et cetera onto the new one. that will be easier. and, i guess, take the pictures off my camera and put it into the computer so's i can take more pictures. ick. i don't like these chores.
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i had a dream last night that i was having sex with an old bakery coworker, the one who moved to utah. she was overweight, but bubbly devious entertaining and very pretty all the same. we were doing it in an oddly public place, and the people that kept catching us were like ...whuh? and kept going. dream spectators aren't always very reactive. but i've never even cuddled with a girl that heavy. it was interesting, the combination of soft and curves, the different levels of flexibility, the different dispersal of body heat.... i tend to like active women, for practical reasons, but it makes me wonder what it would be like to be with someone much less mobile. what sort of things would make up for that? could she be a secret goddess? either way, it was mostly a good dream. at some point in it or one near it i mistook the men's bathroom for women's, and some chick, oddly enough, walked in and mistook me for a guy. funny, because i get mistaken for a dude in the women's room all the time.
slept indoors last night. did not sleep as well. cats follow me wherever i go, even when nut is pretending to hate me. it's good to wake up to cuddling kitties.
OH. i also had another dream. i was in a strange house, all by myself (or so i thought), and beginning in the kitchen the starting theme was lube.
... my gods, that was a good one, from what i remember. though i'm pretty sure i fucked the devil. i do that, on occasion. would you be delighted to know that the devil really is a hermaphrodite? and has skin of many colors? and it's eyes are black black, like the king of dreams, and it's tongue doesn't stop at a barrier, the back of your throat, but goes all the way through, penetrates your tissues, sliding and slicing, back and up, curling into your brain, licking your most sensitive and private thoughts so that eventually you find yourself dangling off its forked tongue, and beneath you is an abyss of excruciating pleasure-that-is-and-isn't. and your skin melts, throughout the process, fusing to evil, from tingly horned forehead down to those little cloven hooves....
if i was at all religious i would probably fear for my immortal soul. it was that good. now, if only reality would measure up.
i don't usually put creamer in my coffee. i like it black. but this time i did, and i've been here long enough that the cream has formed little constellations of planets, stars, swirling gasses, and entire galaxies.
grr...all that time and somehow i'm missing some 200 songs? blah. need to find someone with an ipod. i clearly don't know what i'm doing.
but instead i'm doing the mundane thingies that must be done. transferring all my music from one laptop to the other, which wouldn't be difficult at all except that itunes updates between 2008 and now have made it suck balls. or maybe i just don't like change. either way, i also don't own a functioning ipod (funny, huh? considering the three that have miraculously appeared, string free, throughout my life) so working with smaller portions is slightly more complicated. it's something i've been meaning to do. i also have to get all my writing, angst, bad poetry, et cetera onto the new one. that will be easier. and, i guess, take the pictures off my camera and put it into the computer so's i can take more pictures. ick. i don't like these chores.
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i had a dream last night that i was having sex with an old bakery coworker, the one who moved to utah. she was overweight, but bubbly devious entertaining and very pretty all the same. we were doing it in an oddly public place, and the people that kept catching us were like ...whuh? and kept going. dream spectators aren't always very reactive. but i've never even cuddled with a girl that heavy. it was interesting, the combination of soft and curves, the different levels of flexibility, the different dispersal of body heat.... i tend to like active women, for practical reasons, but it makes me wonder what it would be like to be with someone much less mobile. what sort of things would make up for that? could she be a secret goddess? either way, it was mostly a good dream. at some point in it or one near it i mistook the men's bathroom for women's, and some chick, oddly enough, walked in and mistook me for a guy. funny, because i get mistaken for a dude in the women's room all the time.
slept indoors last night. did not sleep as well. cats follow me wherever i go, even when nut is pretending to hate me. it's good to wake up to cuddling kitties.
OH. i also had another dream. i was in a strange house, all by myself (or so i thought), and beginning in the kitchen the starting theme was lube.
... my gods, that was a good one, from what i remember. though i'm pretty sure i fucked the devil. i do that, on occasion. would you be delighted to know that the devil really is a hermaphrodite? and has skin of many colors? and it's eyes are black black, like the king of dreams, and it's tongue doesn't stop at a barrier, the back of your throat, but goes all the way through, penetrates your tissues, sliding and slicing, back and up, curling into your brain, licking your most sensitive and private thoughts so that eventually you find yourself dangling off its forked tongue, and beneath you is an abyss of excruciating pleasure-that-is-and-isn't. and your skin melts, throughout the process, fusing to evil, from tingly horned forehead down to those little cloven hooves....
if i was at all religious i would probably fear for my immortal soul. it was that good. now, if only reality would measure up.
i don't usually put creamer in my coffee. i like it black. but this time i did, and i've been here long enough that the cream has formed little constellations of planets, stars, swirling gasses, and entire galaxies.
grr...all that time and somehow i'm missing some 200 songs? blah. need to find someone with an ipod. i clearly don't know what i'm doing.