August 30th, 2003

moi

"Morning, Shipmates..."

The rude fridge magnets say:
Nude night:
Tongue breast mound;
Bottom only murmur.

(Snerk)
Last night I dreamt I was young male totty (rather like Samantha's latest unlikely toyboy on SATC) Leonard Nimoy (early 60's Spock-version), was rogering me regularly, and becoming obsessively infatuated, although I kept trying to convince him that he should go back to his wife.
(What was that all about? Oh well, at least I'm dreaming-)
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