It is 3:44 a.m. on Thursday, Jan. 12 2006. I woke to beams of moonlight streaming in my window. The light from the full moon cascaded through the branches of the trees, tracing lace patterns on the ground. I inhaled, smiled and rose from my bed in the same outfit I had on in this post, including the nail polish.
I sit now before the glow of my computer and, oh my dearest readers, the joy that spills over me as I sit bare-breasted and gaze at the photo in Garrett's latest post escapes description.
Stay tuned for lesbian dreams, on which I will duly report when this dampness and breathlessness abates.
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whenever i have spaghetti bolognaise for dinner i have lesbian dreams. i have no idea why. it might be the parmesan i sprinkle on top.
yyeeeee-eeeee-eeeeee-eeeeeow.
Dongley just arose from the blackhole.
Lesbian Dreams...what a great name for a band.
I think Lesbian Dreams would also be a great name for a racehorse...
Yes, perhaps that is the best choice of name for a racehorse.
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