Nov 13, 2008 16:50
Знаю, что дошла до ручки, когда ночью снится русский (!) мужчина-блондин (!!), которого не хочется отпускать в 6 утра. False sense of intimacy, yadda-yadda-yadda.
Darkness descends upon New Jersey. I shall go and ready myself for my dance partner's warm hands. Transference doesn't stand a chance with me.
When you're single, you start missing French toast and eggs, aka Sunday morning diner foods.
Sprayed myself this morning with men's "Euphoria", my own inspiration and superhero, as usual.