April 22, 2011

wet romance

dear it's one thing diary,

it is different when you fall asleep to the thunder and shit- but when it starts that banging and clappin in the middle of the night- it sucks cuz you ain't prepared, or at least i wasn't this morning when all that shit started. it really bothered me- the romance wasn't there. prolly cuz there was no foreplay or some shit- i dunno- but i took tylenol and shut the damned window- HARD. i usually love sleeping in the rain storm- not today so much. i was to busy talking again. babble babble babble. third night in a row i saw THE GOAT. i am getting a little tired of seeing him in my dreams. i spoke to him in last night's dream and he seemed at ease and almost nice. i told him i liked this lady's long pink coat- and he said it looked like a bath robe and we laughed. i woke myself up laughing out loud in real life- his comment was so funny- but i was so relieved to find myself holding becky. she licked me and i kissed her and we went right back to sleep and thankfully my dream station had changed. becky sure is softer since i gave her a bath. it is even harder to keep my hands off her now.