rain on my lips
Aug. 21st, 2001 11:41 am(And everywhere else, pretty much, but the most sensitive part they fell on directly was my face.) It is a lovely wet day. I had the Burke-Gilman trail mostly to myself this morning because people are wimps. Everyone I saw was wearing at least a windbreaker and long pants, and one guy was dressed head to toe in bright yellow waterproof nylon. I assume he didn't have the option of changing clothes when he got where he was going.
I've had trouble sleeping for several days now, which may just be because I am being woken up by my dreams of sex sex sex with every attractive boy I know. (Not all at the same time or anything, though that may well be next and I'm not exactly dreading it.) No dreams about girls that I remember, but that doesn't seem strange to me. I only dreamed about sex but once before doing it the first time -- and I think it's damned cute that my subconscious used a condom that time -- and I haven't had a good experience with a girl yet, so I figure I am just lacking data for dream-fuel. It's quite entertaining as is, though.
I've had trouble sleeping for several days now, which may just be because I am being woken up by my dreams of sex sex sex with every attractive boy I know. (Not all at the same time or anything, though that may well be next and I'm not exactly dreading it.) No dreams about girls that I remember, but that doesn't seem strange to me. I only dreamed about sex but once before doing it the first time -- and I think it's damned cute that my subconscious used a condom that time -- and I haven't had a good experience with a girl yet, so I figure I am just lacking data for dream-fuel. It's quite entertaining as is, though.