1. When I was eight I read a Russian children story whose morale was that people who insisted on telling their dreams should be shot because they were boring fucks. I think that's what it said anyway. Still, let me tell you that last night I dreamt that I was kissing my shrink. He didn't have a beard in the dream, either, so it was quite nice; I was smiling when I woke up.
BANG!
Still, I do wonder what it means.
2. I furiously feel like dancing salsa, but my Special Lady Friend has broken her toe kicking bricks! What are we to do? While she is mending and trying to pretend it's nothing, I'll sway about in the kitchen. Off I go. Be well!
5 comments:
No kissing the shrink except in dreams !
My toe is better as long as I don't bend it.
Teach me to salsa (not furiously)even when I'm toe curlingly embarrassed by it, I enjoy it.
You're really good for me.
I really need your email address. you can email me by clicking on the picture in my right sidebar. Please...
could ms. sortof be any sweeter?! you are a lucky gal, don't forget it.
hi sortof :)
Hey Charlie, life is treating you exceptionally well I hope. (sweet... aaaw - there goes my image :))
oh am with you on the dream thing... too boring for words.
And kicking bricks?? Why??
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