I almost never dream, or if I do, I almost never remember them. And when I do remember them, you weirdos are almost always in them...

I had a dream last night that I had a doctor's appointment and was in the exam room in only the flimsy robe thingy they give you at hospitals. Anyhoo, in walks my doctor, except it wasn't my real life doctor - and although I've never seen a pic of doc, I knew with a dreamer's certainty that this was doc. I was like, "You can't examen me!" And he was like, "show me your boobies!" He actually walked in as I was closing the robe around me, so he had just missed seeing the tah tahs, and he was like, "Foiled again!" Then he spent the rest of the dream trying to get me to show them to him claiming, "but I'm a doctor!"

I swear, my dreams get weirder and weirder....


Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi