Woke up at 1:30 pm--and that only because Himself kept telling me gently that I really should get up. I've been sleeping a lot lately. Way too much.
Sex dream about one of the last people I would have predicted, not part of my usual fantasy fodder. It was really good, though, so now I'm in charity with this (never-to-be-disclosed) person for fuelling my sex-crazed subconscious. If real sex, among other entirely delightful functions, acts as a bonding mechanism, does fantasizing or dreaming about sex have some small, similar result?
Heh. That dream must have made me put out alluring pheromones. Or was it the breast-jiggling?
Yup. TMI gotcha!
Today, the Muse and I are probably the Bonnie & Clyde on the Fashion Police's Most Wanted List. Him: dark pink, knee-length jean shorts that are just a bit too tight; black t-shirt with the molecule for caffeine painted on it in white; white and light pink cross-checked dress shirt; blue Minnesota Timberwolves baseball cap; and I'm guessing white socks and running shoes. Me: olive green short-shorts of Lara-Croftian comparisons; loose, slightly too large baby blue tank top with white ribbing; dark blue, gray-blue, and aqua-blue argyle socks; memories of chips of gold chrome nail polish; and hair still in a waist-length Medusean tangle from the shower. However, only he is leaving the house.
I am amused that shoes were such a hot topic of discussion on my lj.
Eek! I do not like being greeted by news of a rare fungal infection that may be linked to the same brand of contact lens solution that I use--Bausch & Lomb--though it is their ReNu MoistureLoc solution, which I do not use. I still do not like it. Yesterday, I heard a girl at Target talking on her cellphone about what brand she should get--definitely *not* ReNu, she said. I had no idea why at the time...or I would have bought some new as well.
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Sex dream about one of the last people I would have predicted, not part of my usual fantasy fodder. It was really good, though, so now I'm in charity with this (never-to-be-disclosed) person for fuelling my sex-crazed subconscious. If real sex, among other entirely delightful functions, acts as a bonding mechanism, does fantasizing or dreaming about sex have some small, similar result?
Heh. That dream must have made me put out alluring pheromones. Or was it the breast-jiggling?
Yup. TMI gotcha!
Today, the Muse and I are probably the Bonnie & Clyde on the Fashion Police's Most Wanted List. Him: dark pink, knee-length jean shorts that are just a bit too tight; black t-shirt with the molecule for caffeine painted on it in white; white and light pink cross-checked dress shirt; blue Minnesota Timberwolves baseball cap; and I'm guessing white socks and running shoes. Me: olive green short-shorts of Lara-Croftian comparisons; loose, slightly too large baby blue tank top with white ribbing; dark blue, gray-blue, and aqua-blue argyle socks; memories of chips of gold chrome nail polish; and hair still in a waist-length Medusean tangle from the shower. However, only he is leaving the house.
I am amused that shoes were such a hot topic of discussion on my lj.
Eek! I do not like being greeted by news of a rare fungal infection that may be linked to the same brand of contact lens solution that I use--Bausch & Lomb--though it is their ReNu MoistureLoc solution, which I do not use. I still do not like it. Yesterday, I heard a girl at Target talking on her cellphone about what brand she should get--definitely *not* ReNu, she said. I had no idea why at the time...or I would have bought some new as well.
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