Last night I had some sexy dreams, holy crap. I don't usually dream of intercourse, but last night i did and it was *good.* So today I'm so randy, I sat in lit class and fantasized about what it would be like to get together with a nice, cute and smart guy in there. He'd read me poetry--can you imagine? But I wonder if beneath that mild-mannered fascade, he's an unrelenting tiger. Rrrrrowl! I smiled at him today.
Yours truly,
Newpeep, obviously undergoing a hormonal surge
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 3:35 PM
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You know what I really hate.... dreamus interuptus... Sometimes I'm able to fall back asleep and "finish" the dream off properly. It's nice when that happens. Over all a very feel good thang.
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