All last night, in my dream, Colin Farrell was my best platonic friend. He liked to lay his head on my chest, but I was behaving strictly in a comforting, maternal-type fashion, which was terribly frustrating to me, even though I don't even really like him, but when he's nuzzling your bosom...
And then I broke into Stephen Fry's house to look up something in the bottom drawer of his file cabinet. Don't ask me why. There were maps involved, of a place that is NOT on this earth.
Dreams. Geez. If I hadn't fucked the bejesus out of my Dwarf had such a pleasant evening before that, I might have woken frustrated...
We iz twins, I tell you. In a sick way.
All last night, in my dream, Colin Farrell was my best platonic friend. He liked to lay his head on my chest, but I was behaving strictly in a comforting, maternal-type fashion, which was terribly frustrating to me, even though I don't even really like him, but when he's nuzzling your bosom...
And then I broke into Stephen Fry's house to look up something in the bottom drawer of his file cabinet. Don't ask me why. There were maps involved, of a place that is NOT on this earth.
Dreams. Geez. If I hadn't
fucked the bejesus out of my Dwarfhad such a pleasant evening before that, I might have woken frustrated...