Morning ramblings

[anigo]

Anigo brushes back the tears from anahata56's post and gets ready to start her day.

Well, I was going to start with helpful tip number one in my Gal's tips for Men about Sex series, but I don't much feel up to it now. Maybe later.

Newsflash: It's snowing. Again. Raise your hand if you're getting tired of snow.

I had a really bizzare dream last night. I don't usually remember dreams, but this one stuck with me for some reason.



Richard and I lived in a little room in some tiny appartment owned my my mother who had all the locks removed from the doors. He then turned into Tim (the tool man) Taylor - literally, and hurt himself so I had to take him to the hospital (where of course everybody knew him) sometime during that time, we all sat down for supper - and for some reason I was now the parent of 3 or 4 kids, one of which was Alyssa Milano - though for some reason I knew she wasn't *really* my daughter. Suddenly Alyssa Milano pitched to the floor and started bleeding all over the place because she slit her wrists - so we took her to the hospital too - the same one - which was this big old monstrosity that doubled between a physical hospital and a psychological hospital. At this point I had to go investigate why Alyssa Milano would try to hurt herself so I went to find her friends, all of which were goth-y type guys with piercings and such who liked to play this game which was a cross between that trampoline basket ball you see on tv and sort of a tic-tac-toe kind of game, you had to bounce on the trampoline, and bounce a frizbee at the same time and try to hit these little squares on the wall (I suspect the goth trampoline thing comes from gymnastics, where there were a couple of goth guys taking part in the artistic trampoline part - but that's all of the dream I can figure out so far)

Annnnnnnnneyway. So I go back to the hospital/insane asylum and one of the residents - a mass murderer - escapes and is trying to get me. And then another one does - so I'm running all around this hospital (which for some reason doubles as Richard's parent's house) and I go into his parent's bedroom and hide in the top of the closet, which also happens to have a window to the ground floor in it, which I am able to break out and escape - So I run around the city (which has now turned into Toronto) and the resident has realized that I've escaped and is running around the city chasing me. I get on a bus and try to tell the bus driver that I need help, but he doesn't seem that concerned. He closes the door to the bus just as the resident slams himself against the bus and we drive away. And then I woke up - thank god.

If there are any dream interpreters amongst us, I'd be interested in hearing your interprestation.


Wow, the snowflakes outside have turned into these big ass things that are literally about as big as a baby's fist.

Ok, I think, after telling the story about my dream, I'm sufficiently recovered to go into tip one from the Gal's tips for Men about Sex series. Please feel free to argue, add, debate, subtract or whatever. Also, please feel free to change the name. The word "tip" in a series about sex is just... wrong.



Unless stopping for a quicky in the restroom of the local gas station - when engaging in "the act", men, please remove your underwear, otherwise it can make a woman feel that you're thinking it's just not worth disrobing for, or that you've got other things that you need to be rushing off too.

That's it for this morning.

As you were.

Comments

[anigo.livejournal.com]

urm... Yes, though please feel free to refer to "flash" comment in one of the other posts in any other way than the way it was intended if you'd like.

:P