this of course means that my season of weird sex dreams has started. and it really will last all season... probably through to the end of the summer. sooooo last night i had a pretty killer SD (sex dream - for those of you not paying close enough attention). it involved a summer vacation complex, where i forgot to bring sunscreen and walked from room to room asking for some... which obviously in my porn-soaked mind meant that my dreamself had a lot of sex with my friends (who weren't actually any friends that i recognize from real life, just dream friends), and who were almost all (interestingly enough)... women.
that's right: last night, the dream me had a lot of summertime rompiness with a bunch of ladies. perhaps it's last week's excessive viewage of the L word that is still on the mind... bygones. it was hot. i make no excuses for the fact that from time to time i fall into the neck-up lesbian category. there are worse things after all.
also... went to see step up 2 yesterday. CLEARLY the storyline was stupid, but the dancing was amazing (much better than the first one), and featured this little delicious nugget. robert hoffman:
happy monday and happy almost spring... or happy romp hunting all you hormonal wondertwins. i heart you.
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HAHAHAHAHA..... well this here wondertwin had a dream last night that Peyton Manning was my boyfriend (that one is reccuring)...in this particular episode, he watched me make out full on with Kate Beckinsale. No lie. And yes, it was hot.
nattie... i should also clarify.. just for full disclosure's sake... that there were two female friends in my dream that i did recognize... and yes, you were one of them.
and apparently my dream self is a big fan of your smooches. how lovely.
Although it was of the heterosexual kind, I had lots of sex this weekend, as the oldest was with his father, which makes "scheduling" unnecessary. Here's to spontaneous sex...something I enjoy a lot less of now that I have children.
Pllhhhhhh...
so we're still going to the beach right? :P
Step Up 2 reminded me of all the impromptu dance offs I had while walking through Manhattan.
But more makeout stories, plz. ;)
Sex is on my brain too. But it almost always is on my brain. That's so sad isn't it?
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