Sunday, March 22, 2009

Way Up High (Somewhere Over The CompCiv)

I had a wonderful dream last night (fuck, see previous).

It was the first day of next school year. I stumbled into the room. Benoit had changed things up. Four banks of four seats along each wall and then some more seats (maybe like 12 or something) in the centre of the room.

I walk in there and look around. It's pretty much full. Someone I know flags me down. We'll call her W. I sit on her her left, and we're on the science hallway side wall. Chit-chat happens. "Hey man.""You stoked for comp civ.""We're comp civ buddies now." sort of stuff.

Mr. Benoit walks in and starts his spiel. After he's done that and assigned some work or something, or still talking, I don't know. I turn to talk to W.

She grabs my hand and makes me grab her boob. I give her a little squeeze-squeeze kind of humorously (but also sort of not just for jokes). I put my arm around her, she puts hers around me. Not around the shoulder like friends - around the back like lovers. I put my hand in between her legs, she returns the favour.

I think we started snogging here, but this is pretty much where I woke up.

Benoit was excitedly taking pictures the whole time. Not in like a perv-y way, either. More of a 'way to go man'/'sweet he's finally got someone'/'this is so going in the yearbook'/'look at the awesome things that happen in my class' way.

Where Bluebirds... (Broken wings)

So I recently heard that dreaming of something bad is a good thing.
Because it means that the opposite will happen.

I hope this is wrong.

Or I'm never gonna get laid.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Hm.

There must be something that I need to say otherwise I wouldn't have gotten on here...

Shit.


Maybe I'm supposed to write about the dreams I had the other night. This'll be fun.

Okay first off.

It started out with a character select screen style thing. See, I manage to forget a lot of the bits in the middle.
I ended up straddling some chick (A), shoving my chest in her face and shouting "EAT MAH BEWBIES". I then pulled out a card that had that written on it and tried to give the card to her. She refused to take it and crawled on to a picnic table - nude and offering herself to me.

Ahem.

The second dream is too... you know... for anyone to read (but man was it fun). Scratch that, I'll talk.
K and 5 are hanging out in my parent's room. In their bed, specifically. K is watching TV. I regard them. K sort of grunts at me. 5 is very happy to see me. I think happy is the word for it.
Okay, she wanted my cock.
Loudly.
Or rather, she jumped at seeing me, exclaiming "Big black cock! Gimmie that big black cock. I want your big black dick in me." She wanted it.
R didn't care and was still watching TV.
I (almost jokingly - almost) straddled her about the midsection. If I hadn't had pants on my dong would have been in between her breasts.
Then it was. It was like it was a camera cut.
I was tit-fucking her. She was holding them together and moving around and everything. When the end of it wasn't in her mouth she was shouting "Big black dick MMM! Yeah, gimmie you big black cock! Big black dick, big black cock, big black dick, big black dick!"
This was a fun dream.

Third. I'm chasing some terrorist (Saddam, Bin Laden who knows) through a graveyard I stp and use some chopsticks to dig a hole over a grave and put some eyes in it. Human eyes.

Fourth and last, but it might actually be part of the previous. I'm like L except new to the job. my predecessor is gone for some reason, but his assistant a white/platinum-blond with short hair - a bob cut. She is dressed casually, a black and grey tshirt and thin black pants - she's pretty good looking. The room is dark, only lit by the monitor she sits in front of and the one near it with an empty chair. I sit down as she's rolled her chair over. She's showing me how the system works, and making small talk, telling me about herself. I'm thinking something along the lines of "How did the guy before me ever get any work done with her around?". It was something to that effect anyway, probably dirtier.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Rose By Any Other Name (The Marketing People At Trojan Should All Be Fired)

Ever notice how horrible of a name Trojan is - especially for condoms?

Anyone that knows the story of the Trojan Horse can tell you the same. Think about it for a second.
These guys all climb into something that looks completely safe then boom!  they all jump out and there's a big kerfuffle.

Isn't that the exact opposite of the experience you want to have with a condom?
All your little men climb in. They sneak in in the middle of the night. Then they jump out and cause a ruckus.

This is not the ideal situation.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Materialism (Shopping List)

Pacific Coast Radiohead shirt Fuck
SFBADR shirt
Radiohead wallhang
Blackheart amp Check
Bass
A White Stripes shirt that doesn't suck
Muse shirt

Additional Gets
JACKET!