2004-07-07 * 10:29 p.m.
even my dreams are mediocre

another hiatus, with nothing of much interest to report. i have, since the last entry, learned that i am going to my top choice for my internship, which starts in less than a month, yikes! anypoop, i had an interesting dream, novel in its existence as a dream rather than a nightmare involving me being chased by a knife-wielding maniac all night.

in my dream, i basically got everything i've been wanting for in the short-term...

1) i had a lovely pink Christian Dior purse (round and barrel shaped, with the white butterflies...if you're a fan of Dior, then you know how delicious this purse is)

2) another large red and white purse with a matching smaller one for those occasions when i don't need to pack an umbrella, extra set of shoes, or small child

3) i wore a swimsuit and didn't feel fat/have paunch goin' on (i recently wore a swimsuit for the first time in 9 years, and while i didn't feel as disgustingly fat as i thought i would, i still didn't feel slender)

4) i wore said swimsuit in front of a boy i'm attracted to

5) i talked to said boy and told him that i wanted him...this is a boy from real life who i worked/slept with 2 summers ago, and he's the best fuck i've ever had, and i've wanted to tell him just how much i wanted/want him but never had the nerve

i believe i ate some kickass food, too...love when that happens...but can't remember just what it was; was either fried chicken or pasta. the only downside to the dream was that i was wearing this pair of flip-flops i own in real life and adore...the only flip-flops i own since i generally don't believe in them...and there were circles of dog poo or something to that effect around the piece that goes between your first and second toe, so that sucked! also, i woke up after telling the boy i wanted him, so i didn't get a chance to have hot, crazy, dream sex, and let me tell ya, my dream sex is great...i have these incredible orgasms in my sleep that are totally different from the ones i have in waking life, but just as good, if not sometimes better, yeehaw!

and now i'm off to have mediocre sex with my boyfriend, feel fat and undesirable the entire time, and finish with a big faked O. lucky me.

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