odd dreams
Last night, in my dream, I was putting (two) nicotine patches on the forearm of either: copilot, Hank Azaria, or Benedict Cumberbatch. I know. Sometimes I wonder about my subconscious as well.
Three thoughts:
1. This is a rather eclectic assortment of men.
2. How do I figure it out?
3. God, you should have seen the forearm. Gorgeous. *so much flail* I clearly have a thing for forearms.
Let's just assume it was Benedict. :)
Three thoughts:
1. This is a rather eclectic assortment of men.
2. How do I figure it out?
3. God, you should have seen the forearm. Gorgeous. *so much flail* I clearly have a thing for forearms.
Let's just assume it was Benedict. :)