Tuesday, January 15, 2008
In My Beautiful Dreams
I am basking in warm sugary white sand, next to an azure sea. A fabulously hot Swedish boy is pouring honey on my perfectly toned, tanned stomach. He smiles at me adoringly, and as he leans forward towards me, his eyes locked on mine, he opens a jar of fire ants and dumps them all over me. Oh crap, not again!
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2 comments:
lmao!
Your dreams are like mine, except that I'm usually a super-hero. I probably wouldn't have a Swedish *boy* leaning over me either...
Other than that, our dreams are the same!
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