Um, make sutin' up?
Well, yestermorning I had a vivid dream about some nice young woman (in an amazing luscious green landscape). Blahiah.. but at the end (of dream) I was sitting on some sort of outside stairs overlooking a beautiful valley and she was sitting on my shoulders with her warm thighs around my neck.. covering my ears and I was laughing loudly (in dream) for she thought I could hear what she was saying.. but ja, I couldn't (thighs are excellent noise blockers).
Well, just before things were getting all nice and cosy with her and me (towards some physical old school dancing)(um, I like that).. *snap*.. whilst I lay in my bed/real life.. a fuckin' fly landed on my upperarm and it frikkin' woke me up.
Goddamn, that was a very nice dream and.. what a shitty timing..
.. I got out of my bed and killed the little fucker. Jesus, lord of the refill pencils, christ.. fffffffffff.. lousy bastard..
(ooh, nothing above was made up, btw.. )
*farts in Mecca's direction*