Ok. If I were a little different, I might be ashamed to admit this. But I – as some may know – have no shame. I actually had an erotic dream about someone from Orkut last night. And no it’s not you. Those of you who just assumed it was. Though get in line, if […]
Ok. If I were a little different, I might be ashamed to admit this.
But I – as some may know – have no shame.
I actually had an erotic dream about someone from Orkut last night.
And no it’s not you. Those of you who just assumed it was. Though get in line, if I have my way, next time, it will be. Oh to be able to lucid dream and have control of it.
But no, it was someone sort of randomly outside the circle of people I really know and hang out with on Orkut, though of course it was someone on my now-missing friend list. And yes, I already told that person in email, so if you’re still wondering if it’s you, check your email.
But I guess this could mean I’m a little obsessed. Hell if I know, I majored in getting stoned, I skipped class the 8 years we studied dreams.
So other notes –
“Just a gigolo”, quoted a couple entries back. That’s the real version. Not recent covers. No disrespect to Diamond Dave, but that song’s all King Louis’.
Updates on the saga of the suspended account? Fucking bupkis.
Though by all means, tell orkut’s Powers That Suck to let me the hell out. Note that there’s a help case number there now which may get your opinion registered in the actual ticket. Or may not, who knows.
Now I need to go write some dirty stories while I pretend to work. And pause now and then to shake my fist in mute impotent (heh) fury at the universe.