The Dreams

I had these dreams over the weekend. Which to you doens’t mean too much, but to me its unusual only because I don’t remember anything that I dream.

The first one was on Friday night, I dreamt I was an astronaught and I landed on one of Venus’ moons, and came into contact with an alien species, whom happened to be Hermaphradites, me being all curious (in the dream) had sex with the leader of this alien race, she/he/it/them (it took on a typical female apprearence) was mature(ish), silver hair, with both sexual orgams – the funny thing is I didn’t see these bits, I suppose I didn’t really know what to look for, I just took her word for it I guess. Then I flew back to earth, nothing said – go figure.

The second was this morning. My boss invited this rather tasty peice of trade around to his house, (I will refrain from mentioning who he is) whom i’ve had an interest in for some time. So my boss takes this particuar boi away (I assume to have his way with) – me all jelous, decided that I would eat all his easter eggs as compensation for the heart ache. My alarm woke me so I didn’t get the rest of it.

So anyway, my weekend. I went to a parte with my parents on Saturday night. One of my fiends was hosting the party and one of my parents friends was co-hosting the parte (hence the reason I was seen in public with my parents). OMG was it the most borning thing I have been to is such a long time, there were sooo many tragic queens, ugly fags, and bitch lesbians. ARGH I could have killed myself. Bren and I had fun making fun of certain ppl. My mother thought this highly amusing, and my father commented that we were worse than women. Yes was our resonse. I ended up smoking crack in the hostly bed room, I was that bored – it was on offer. Its been two months!

Funny story, this guy I picked up off the net, (yeah I’m sad – sader in the truth that the last 8 ppl I have slept with have been net trade) I won’t mention his name, but he is 18 and has an idential twin – no I have already tried. Anyway’s we had sex – good sex. We were supposed to meet up the next day, but I had had a hard day at work and wasn’t really in the mood to see him, I stood him up, not entirely on purpse, then I went out for a bit that night, to de-stress, he sent me this message, "i’m drunk and bleeding… I want you inside me – fcuking me so hard it feels like you’re implaing me with your hot cock" so my immediate response to this was (after I picked myself up off the floor and passed the message around) "why are you bleeding" turns out, he is on anti depresants and when he mixes the two he gets all wacked out, and cuts himself.

I’m too old for that. Really, really I am, so I stopped talking to him. I just want a fcuk, then you need to go away, that is beauty of internet sex – not this time.

So anyway he turned up at this parte Saturday, saw me, then turned around and walked straight back out again! HA!HA! funny well to me it is. My mother asked why Bren ran over and pointed and wispered in my ear, I thought I better not tell her.

Blad Steven was there as well, he has varous videos and pictures of me in compromising positions. This isn’t my fault, becasue I thought he was someone else. So he was there with a tragic red head, who again my mother wanted to know what he was constantly turning and looking at me. I thought it better not to say again.

We are officialy settled in our new apartment. We are organising a house warming, I’ll let all those that matter when and where.

The song for the day is Nina Simone – Sinnerman (Felix da Housecat Heavely House Mix)

Til then

LPH