| My subconscious hates me |
[Feb. 4th, 2009|03:03 pm] |
I had a dream last night about having awkward sex with Wendy Richard. Wendy Richard the 65 year old actress currently riddled with happy fun bone cancer. I had to stop for a pee which started to emerge as soon as my gland had withdrawn from her addled vagoo. I tried to mask the pee with a duvet but it just got soaked. The dream ended with me in the corner naked, covered in piss and being judged by a terminally ill old lady.
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Judged? Who is she to judge? She should consider herself lucky to get any.
At least it wasn't Jade Goody.
I don't think I physically could do anything in that vein to Jade Goody. Not even out of spite.
Reading that made my eyes and my soul feel dirty and wronged...
You do not have a soul. You have a poo in the shape of a soul. This is why you are rubbish.
You are not a man at all. You are poo in the shape of a man. This is why you are irredeemably rubbish.
As irredeemably rubbish as someone who has a piss-sex-dream about a cancer-suffering actress from a dingy soap? Then blogs about it?
Lesson learned: next time, try the drapes.
Yes but what about the pee?
Phew, glad I'm not the only one having that dream
Jesus, that's FASCINATING.
[I just hopped over here from Eli's LJ, don't mind me]
well, indeed
Eli has impeccable taste
That's not always been true and I've known her on here for years sooo..
she's always had interesting taste
She's always made interesting decisions. | |