My underpants and my buttcrack are in love and wish never to be separated.

Sounds like Cupid just gave you a wedgie.

My underpants and my buttcrack are in love and wish never to be separated.

Sounds like Cupid just gave you a wedgie.

I was just thinking of a response and WindSparrow came up with one better than anything I was thinking. Now I have to get a towel to clean up the hot tea I spewed on my monitor.

Heh. I'm reading about Tep's journey from vanilla, and all I can think about is the time many years ago (...um, at least six, maybe seven?) when I was in town for one of my first work trips, and we went out, and stopped in at a lovely clothing store, and at Graeters...and at the porny book store, and at the gay (leather?) bar...

heh.

If her new KitchenAid mixer follows Teppy's path, it won't be vanilla forever.

I started having b.org dreams few nights ago, and they won't stop.

First was couple of days ago. I dreamed I was in Tel Aviv, I left all of the stuff that's on me in some locked apartment with weird people which I didn't like so much (who weren't any of you guys, for the record), and the people there were sleeping, so I went for a walk. On this walk, I helped people I knew from my past getting out from a pit/swallow-hole in the pavement (they kept falling in there, those stupids), and kept on walking, and suddenly I heard an explosion and ambulances and people panicking. It was a suicide bomber next to the Tel Aviv Central Bus Station (which really didn't look like it, I tell you that), and I was worried that I can't tell you guys I'm OK. I wasn't anywhere near a computer and I couldn't call Nilly to let you guys know I'm alright. I think I decided to keep on the walk, and that's when I woke up.

And I today the alarm went on while dreaming that I'm reading Laga's posts. You're in my thoughts AND dreams, sweetie!

Yikes, Shir. Those dreams sound terrifying.

I can't get to sleep. It's partly my shoulder hurting, partly that I'm in the middle of a book that I want to finish, and partly that I just can't get my mind to calm down enough for sleep to happen. I just took a bunch of Motrin to deal with the first problem, but I don't know how to deal with the other two.

Oh, I can assure they're not - I'm very good with keeping my head together in my dreams, and I'm mostly numb in them. I think my brain's probably running emotional scenarios on me while sleeping, just in case, because I tend towards the control freak, as I said before.

And oh, Hil. Relax~ma, and sleep for me too!

Well, I just turned off my fan. It was a balance between "too hot to sleep" and "too noisy to sleep," and the noise seemed to be more annoying. And the Motrin seems to be slowly kicking in, so I'm going to try sleep again.

Good night!

Shir, I hope your next b.org dream is something more fun.

Gnite, Hil.