Had dinner tonight with
mousapelli and talked about our sad lack of celebrity sex dreams (the other night I had a dream that I was at a hotel and William Shatner invited me to hot tub with him and I ran like the hounds of hell were after me), and then there was much discussion of what a sex dream about the Middleman would probably be like ("Safety first, victoria!"), and how I am incorporating that into the Dean/Wendy fight zombies and have mad hot sex in the Impala Middlemobile II. Much hilarity was had. Also, a pitcher of white wine sangria. We had fantastic ravioli amatriciana, and mozzarella in carrozza also. It was a good dinner.
Then she went off with her other friends to do karaoke and I came home.
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RIP John Hughes. Your movies have meant a lot to me.
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