It's a saturday night, I guess that makes it alright...
So I dreamed last night that I had an insatiable appetite for Ramens and masturbating. I'm not particularly fond of either, and I'm not in a situation where I should be fond of either. I was on a house boat being chased by someone I didn't recognize but claimed to be my auntie and that I should be ashamed of myself for not recognizing her more so than I should be ashamed of walking around someone I've never met before's house boat masturbating and eating their Ramens. I tried to avoid her, stomping up and down flights of stairs on this ever-expanding house boat while she told me about all our precious memories and family moments while I continued to masturbate and devour my constantly replenished bowl of Ramens, even though I have no good reason for either.
The usual reason I don't post as much when I'm romantically involved is because my mind is occupied with a combination of doubts and uneven feelings that keep me from thinking the way I usually do. This time, I think it's because all the things I'd otherwise post about are being told to her, so I have a release. Otherwise, there would have been posts about a gay classic rock cover band called "Dyx" and the lesbian counterpart "Chyx"... and how they could tour together... and who would headline...
The usual reason I don't post as much when I'm romantically involved is because my mind is occupied with a combination of doubts and uneven feelings that keep me from thinking the way I usually do. This time, I think it's because all the things I'd otherwise post about are being told to her, so I have a release. Otherwise, there would have been posts about a gay classic rock cover band called "Dyx" and the lesbian counterpart "Chyx"... and how they could tour together... and who would headline...