ah.
i see from my journal and comments made on someone else’s that i was wearing my Prince pants again last night. oy vey. looks like i had <sarcasm>fun</sarcasm> opening up whole cans of worms and letting them eat me alive. and wtf is up with that last post i made? honestly, i stun myself with my drunken foolishness sometimes.
so i had a dream that i had somehow secretly obtained/lucked into a spaceship that went underwater and stuff. it was small, but the inside was like a friggin’ TARDIS: vast. my first thought was who should i call first to have freaky sex with in this thing…? weird. that wouldn’t have been me a year ago. i was burnt out on sex & romance. lately, though, i’ve developed a sort of returning interest in fucking & getting fucked. actually, i think i like making out more than sex itself, but you get the picture. i’m getting less and less inhibited about lots of things, as some of you may gnow ;)
what’s so sexist about callin’ someone a hottie? i don’t get it. i could see if i was a different person, someone who actually displayed sexism on other levels and in other ways, maybe. but i think it’s perfectly valid, at least coming from someone like me who doesn’t have a prejudiced bone in their body.
ok, that was a lie. i fucking hate bigots.
