Smiles of a Friday Eve
The past couple nights my vivid and odd dreams have not failed to show up. The night I wrote my previous entry about Scott I had a rather graphic dream involving a lot of lip contact on a bed. I don't think it went much further, although I remember that when my sister burst into the room Scott at least was sans shirt. I believe we locked the door after that. The most interesting thing about the dream was that Scott was still in total control. When he popped a mint, I felt it was a hint that I needed to as well. I was afraid to say much beyond lip-smacks because the physical was really the only arena in which I held power over him in our relationship, and I didn't want to screw anything up with my big mouth (verbally, that is) as I did in real life.
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Sadly I woke up eventually, and my next dream involved me giving some kind of motivational speech in a massive sanctuary about being nice to each other. I don't remember the content so much as the smug feeling of "I'm freaking awesome" I had, accompanied by riotous applause and interpersonal affirmations of my overall brilliance. Being a narcissistic and yet simultaneously insecure person, I guess I need to hear I'm wonderful from my subconscious, not having had much chance to be amazing lately.
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I have been thinking so much lately about men, which is something I all but swore off of for the last few years because I was always on the move. I worry that recent changes in my life will make it much harder for me to find a partner when I get back to civilization, but I suppose I will have to wait and see.
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As for television, I notice Ugly Betty makes me talk the most out loud (e.g. "Oh, he LOVES Betty!" and "No, Daniel, don't talk her out of it!"). I didn't know Rick Fox and Vanessa Williams were exes (thinking they were still together). Must have been a nice breakup. I have decided I love and look forward to Desperate Housewives the most out of my large regimen. I have enjoyed both the first episodes of Private Practice, my mother and I are impatient to get the original cast of House (they're still in the credit), and we enjoy everything about the new season of Boston Legal except the addition of Saffron Burrows. I am so proud of CSI for trouncing Grey's Anatomy in the ratings last week, and the scene with the head rolling down the street this week was a gruesome comedy classic (until you saw how it got lopped off). And I worried that Kimberly was going to win Top Model because Miss J. said the winner was very religious and Kimberly lives in Ocala, a town of "lots of churches." But then she vanished. No biggie.
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Sadly I woke up eventually, and my next dream involved me giving some kind of motivational speech in a massive sanctuary about being nice to each other. I don't remember the content so much as the smug feeling of "I'm freaking awesome" I had, accompanied by riotous applause and interpersonal affirmations of my overall brilliance. Being a narcissistic and yet simultaneously insecure person, I guess I need to hear I'm wonderful from my subconscious, not having had much chance to be amazing lately.
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I have been thinking so much lately about men, which is something I all but swore off of for the last few years because I was always on the move. I worry that recent changes in my life will make it much harder for me to find a partner when I get back to civilization, but I suppose I will have to wait and see.
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As for television, I notice Ugly Betty makes me talk the most out loud (e.g. "Oh, he LOVES Betty!" and "No, Daniel, don't talk her out of it!"). I didn't know Rick Fox and Vanessa Williams were exes (thinking they were still together). Must have been a nice breakup. I have decided I love and look forward to Desperate Housewives the most out of my large regimen. I have enjoyed both the first episodes of Private Practice, my mother and I are impatient to get the original cast of House (they're still in the credit), and we enjoy everything about the new season of Boston Legal except the addition of Saffron Burrows. I am so proud of CSI for trouncing Grey's Anatomy in the ratings last week, and the scene with the head rolling down the street this week was a gruesome comedy classic (until you saw how it got lopped off). And I worried that Kimberly was going to win Top Model because Miss J. said the winner was very religious and Kimberly lives in Ocala, a town of "lots of churches." But then she vanished. No biggie.